We’re not the only ones waiting for spring to arrive — the time when April showers bring May flowers, and the dull cold world of winter is sun warmed to renewed life.
Pigeons balance on power lines as the still chilling breeze ruffles feathers.
A small brown bunny munches new grass, long ears alert to the sound of footsteps.
Canadian geese ripple the pond searching and diving for food.
Heavy rain and warming temperatures nudge cherry blossoms into bloom — the first brush of color against the grey-blue sky.
Ferns poke through the ground curled tightly against the possibility of frost, ready to unfurl in their first sunbath.
The trill of a Robin's song betrays his body's perfect camouflage against the rocks. Emboldened, he makes eye contact.
Andromeda burst into flower humming with the sound of bees collecting spring pollen inside the cone-shaped blooms.
Close to the ground the purple Hyacinths brighten the path with startling color and heady fragrance.
Finally Bleeding Hearts appear — the marker that spring is indeed here. These dancing blooms reflect the boundless joy that fills our own hearts.
How do we explain the transformation happening inside us as we see, hear, smell, and feel renewal happening outside?
Henry Wordsworth Longfellow suggests: "If spring came but once a century instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake, what wonder and expectation there would be in all hearts to behold the miraculous change."
Mark Twain gives it a name: "It's spring fever. And when you've got it, you want — oh you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!"
Robin Williams invites us to celebrate: "Spring is nature's way of saying, let's party!"