Southern spring

I think I blog on spring at least once every year.  Something about everything moving slowly--and somehow also simultaneously moving rapidly--into a burst of color and life gives me a feeling I can't quite explain.  Spring is the season that reminds me yet again of the perfect miracle of new life.  Nature just seems excited in the spring, and that makes me feel excited, too.

This spring is my first one spent on the east coast, and I've certainly missed experiencing this season in Washington.  However, my awe has not been lost and I have enjoyed seeing the similarities and differences between the 2 coasts.  

Even on a "bad" day, spring allows me to look out and smile because I am surrounded with the reality of LIFE.  Every season is beautiful and unique--so much so that I can't pick a favorite.  But spring energizes me in a way that is different; in a way where I can't resist taking hundreds of pictures of the same flowers and colors over and over.  It's too much to pass up.  So today I'm thankful that, even when life is mundane and exhausting, creation tells me life is actually full of bursting expression. 

I know dandelion fluff is supposed to be annoying and undesirable, but I still love these little fluff balls.