Every spring is the only spring—
a perpetual astonishment.
It never gets old, does it?
I write this post every year. The quotes may be different, the photos better or worse. But every year the snowdrops and the crocuses push their way free and I cannot help but be amazed.
This, I think, is one of the most important reasons to acquaint yourself and your kids to the outdoors, to be aware of nature’s rhythms and seasons.
The yearly realization of your own capacity for hope.