“When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest” - Ernest Hemingway

Finally, it came. Spring. The longing for moist, wet soil and spring flowers has been ingrained in my spine since fall. The past winter has been harsh, but let's not talk about that now. Let's turn our gaze towards warmth. Let's take off our shoes and run out to feel the earth against the soles of our feet. Brush the dirt off our feet before we go back inside. Watch chubby little hands grasp tightly around wood anemones and crocuses. What joy it is to wipe dirt off children's faces and put band-aids on knees and elbows. Beloved children. Beloved spring. Beloved sun, and beloved flowers. I want to embrace you as long as you are here, and hold onto you until we merge with summer.