Le Printemps

When did it all happen?

I wake up to birds singing and look forward to walking out of the house and into the garden that has burst into life. I open my windows and my doors. I can head out with just two, instead of eight layers of clothing, unencumbered by winter hats and gloves. Barefoot! Or open-toed shoes! I can see my toes, my feet, my arms. I'm often enveloped by clouds of grill smoke. I've wild flowers on my table, plucked from regular walks. My garden's gorgeous with flowers and a faithful giver of herbs for my cooking and salad.

Like a flower rained on by flowers, I'm giddy and grateful, grateful and giddy.