spring is popping its head out all around me. the magnolia trees, the crab apples, as well as the others are budding in pink, lavender, and white glory all over town. hyacinths, daffodils, tulips are showing their parade uniforms now, and the lilacs and hydrangeas are budding with effervescence. this weekend we are planting 4 new trees in our right of way-2 english oaks and 2 small maples.
it seems that inside there may be the sighs of a new life budding. things have been a bit bleak for a bit and there has been a dormant sense of exuberance and gratitude. these things have seemed just a memory recently and i have been trudging forward with only remnants of anticipation in my heart.
sometimes it seems i just gotta keep walking, cuz if i stop i may never be able to start again. gotta pretend there’s hope when she has obviously left the building. gotta trust hope will return. strangely- and with grace- hope has always found her way back.
that is what spring can mean. keep on walking and hoping and waiting. waiting for the right time ripe with possibility. and that is definitely worth wearing out a few good pairs of jimmy choos.
Break open a cherry tree and there are no flowers, but the spring breeze brings forth myriad blossoms. Ikkyu Sojun