We have been fortunate enough to see the weather improve over the past few weeks, and now there are some unmistakable signs that spring is on its way. Everywhere changes are taking place, with longer days, greener grass, and buds on trees as they ready themselves to burst from dormancy.
But perhaps one of the my favorite signs of the fading winter is the appearance of those bright green shoots that eventually give rise to buds and blossoms. I love all spring flowers, but there is always something miraculous about the first crocuses. The emergence of these delicate but tenacious flowers that persist even in the face of a vernal snow brings to my soul a sense of excitement and renewal that only nature can provide.
Today I am grateful to have seen (and photographed!) the first crocuses of the spring while out for a walk with my daughter. In terms of weather spring is a capricious season, so knowing that these blooms could again be hidden under an icy mantle makes them all the more special.
This post is part of the daily gratitude practice I am working to develop during 2018. You can read all about it at ByChanceBuddhism!
May all beings be happy!