The snow is almost gone in my yard…except for the big pile of plowed snow. I couldn’t wait to get out into the day yesterday and now we have a gray rainy spring day. I realize that each day isn’t going to be the robin blue skies. The gray is still a part of me and part of the spring journey. And the rain is here to wet the parched earth and I am glad for it.

A quick poem for inspiration:

“here’s to opening and upward,” by e. e. cummings 

here’s to opening and upward, to leaf and to sap

and to your(in my arms flowering so new)

self whose eyes smell of the sound of rain

Warmly,

Michelle