Spring takes me by surprise every year. It still baffles me that, within the stark, woody branches of the trees, new, green, tender life is waiting to burst forth.
The frogs crawl out from their winter burrows and lay clusters of polka-dot eggs in the same little leaf-filled pond each spring. The birds are everywhere, filling the air with song, busy picking up little feathers, bits of hair, and dry grass for their nests. And all the tiny plants, with their webbed networks of roots underground, unfold delicate leaves and blossoms, without anyone throwing seeds or weeding around them.
The beginning of a new season, transforming the world around me, is always so fascinating. I love paying attention to the little details and noticing the minute changes which take place every day.