march is here.

as the weather dances between winter and summer, there is a certain patience required. a mindfulness. a humility. the change in seasons is beyond our control... and we must wait with a listening spirit for moments to touch the earth.

with bright clear days recently, the soil has had a chance to dry. and i have found windows of time to build beds that will soon be home to new plants.

it feels quite exciting to be productive. to realize this is real. this is happening. this is the dance i am in.

and the daffodils are smiling. these ambassadors of spring. these prophets of color. these voices of hope.

i continue to receive blessings of support, of faith. like this sweet, sweet, sign made by mama and daddy.

and the seeds that have been growing in comfortable warmth are getting braver. are getting ready to face the world.

march is here.