Crocus, crocus waken up
And catch a sunbeam in your cup.
- M. Meyerkort
Wynstones Press Spring
Finally.
"Finally" everyone keeps saying.
Finally Spring is here.
Finally the light can be seen at the ends of certain tunnels.
The road is still long, but the sunshine makes the path seem happier. Easier to walk.
My babies are growing as quickly as the green and purple shoots popping up in all of our flower beds.
Last Spring's chubby baby boy is this year's long-legged child.
The shy baby on my hip is now the toddler running in the yard.
My oldest girl in these flickering moments where she is more reserved, stops her play to come and sit with me, laughing at the littlest two together .... manners and expressions surprising me with a maturity I hadn't expected just yet.
I'm relieved when she joins back in the running, giggling, and bubble blowing.
Oh, my heart.
It is Spring and everything is growing.
Don't grow up too quickly, my flowers.
Catch the sunbeams!
I want to bask in every moment of your bloom.
Total Time: 16 minutes