I like this time of year because it usually comes along with the very first hope of spring. It’s the first time in months when there’s a better than even chance that the next week will be warmer than the last, that a few bulbs will start popping out of the ground, that maybe, for once, the waves will clean up a little bit (although that’s not relevant for me at the moment in Vancouver). Graphically it looks like this:
Biking to work this morning helped make this clear. There were a few more birds, there are a few buds swelling on the trees, the oddball snowbank was that much smaller… Here’s to new things arising from the fertile soils made rich this fall and during winter’s sleep. Here’s to a beautiful life that we will remember formally this weekend even though she’s with us everyday. Here’s to the sunshine streaming through our windows.