Springtime

Spring is full of possibility, sunshine, flowers, new life, fast moving energy and change.

I like the busyness of nature in the spring. I like all the seasons for different things, but I love watching great bursts of life jumping into existence every Spring.

In California roadside hills turn pink with blooms, giant prehistoric looking plants get big cone shaped flowers in blues and purple and pinks. The sun burns through the marine layer, water warms up, beaches fill with local surfers. Kids are still in school and vacationers haven’t shown up yet. Spring happens early, and quickly. It’s beautiful.

In New England, so much has to happen so fast. Spring is dramatic here, and I love drama. Trees go from bare and seemingly dead to vibrant flowering, giant leaved massive greenness. By late spring, green has taken over the horizon.

Suddenly wildlife is everywhere. Birds are in a collective rush to make nests and babies and fend off other birds. Squirrels, deer, rabbits, fish, hedgehogs, chipmunks, it’s as though I stumbled in to a Beatrix Potter story.

I like waking up to the bird frenzy. I love experiencing so much aliveness. Longer days, flowers, boats on the water, gardens , the smell of grass being cut…Springtime.