as far as i'm aware, spring has occured regularly every year of my lifetime, and yet every year i am swept away by the wonder of it. this photo was taken in early march. the large snow fort was complete before the snow started melting. we kept putting off pruning our fruit trees, because the snow was too deep to tromp out into.
mid-march the snow started to recede, and to my utter amazement, crocus and daffodils were pushing their way up through the snow. perhaps i shouldn't have been surprised, but in the deep of winter, my imagination could not stretch far enough to imagine that anything in our yard had survived and would be alive in the spring. dramatic thoughts, i know, but it was a dramatic winter.
crocus - on of the most beautiful sights after an intense winter.
and by the end of the month....
it truly is a yearly miracle. we have lived places - phoenix, tokyo - with less dramatic winters, which is nice, but then the miracle of spring is lessened...still appreciated and enjoyed, but not as dramatic. i can't get enough of spring here. i keep finding myself outside throughout the day, wandering around the yard, watching things grow, marveling that they are alive, and breathing in the miracle of spring.