We took a slow wander around the neighbourhood this afternoon, taking in all the details, watching the world pass by. In just a few short days, our landscape looks so different. The branches no longer bare, the gardens no longer hibernating. Spring has arrived. And just like that, as if emerging from the very same haze that I am, petals are unfurling, bees and butterflies are busily attending to business and around each corner there is a new burst of invigorating colour.
I am so grateful for a brand new week, for good health and sunshine, for happy smiles and afternoon walks, for freshly washed sheets and homemade chicken soup. And I am grateful to have emerged from the haze of this last week of winter, into a most glorious Spring.