Promising

In fits and starts, spring is making its way toward us.  In just the last week, we've had some mornings in which the cold feels less biting, as if winter has begun to lose its frigid grip.  In the coldest flower bed in my garden, last week's snow has receded enough for me to detect the green tips of spring bulbs inching their way to the sunlight.

I am eager to embrace the spring, with its lush growing, longer days and warmer air.  

There is a promise in the air and it feels lovely.