by Kelly
It never gets old.
Those first courageous little buds...the joy and delight in spying those first signs of life in the garden. Honestly you guys...this is what I live for.
It's comforting to know that I am not alone in this. Everyone is talking about Spring....or well rather, how we are eagerly awaiting Spring's triumphant return. We've been sharing it here at FOL...it's all over my Instagram feed...it's laced into every other conversation with my mother and my next door neighbor. We are all. so. ready for Spring. So ready for warmth. For color. For life.
The anticipation is very real. Because in my head I know, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that Spring will return. But what makes it hard is when it doesn't feel that way. It's like living in limbo. Or suspended animation.
Rather than let this get me down, I am learning to embrace these in-between times in my life. And I think it is because it's during these fragile transitions that the old and new coexist in such a special way. Ends and beginnings share this unique sacred space. To me these thin places are almost magical. Because this is where hope lives...the yet to be fulfilled promise of good things to come.
I know that the calendar says that we have a couple more weeks until it is officially Spring. And who knows how much longer it will be until it actually feels like Spring. So in the meantime I'm going to hold on to hope and continue to keep my eye out for signs of life.
What about you? Any signs of Spring in your neck of the woods? We would so love for your so share them with us in our Flickr pool or with #focusingonlife on Instagram.
Until next time, Kelly




















