Spring finally feels here!

Ah, this weekend has just been beautiful. I am reminded about why I love living in a place that has four seasons. With each transition I am grateful and feel blessed for the change. People need change; it's part of our nature. We may rail against it, we may embrace it, but we all need change.

Mary is talking to Colin about the "secret" garden:

"I think it has been left alone so long- that it has grown all into a lovely tangle. I think the roses have climbed and climbed and climbed until they hang from the branches and walls and creep over the ground - almost like a strange gray mist. Some of them have died but many - are alive and when the summer comes there will be curtains and fountains of roses. I think the ground is full of daffodils and snowdrops and lilies and iris working their way out of the dark. Now the spring has begun - perhaps - perhaps-"

The soft drone of her voice was making him stiller and stiller and she saw it and went on.

"Perhaps they are coming up through the grass- perhaps there are clusters of purple crocuses and gold ones- even now. Perhaps the leaves are beginning to break out and uncurl -and perhaps- the gray is changing and a green gauze veil is creeping - and creeping over - everything. And the birds are coming to look at it - because it is - so safe and still. And perhaps - perhaps- perhaps-" very softly and slowly indeed, "the robin has found a mate - and is building a nest."

- The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett