Essay #55: New life

Spring has come! It's bursting from every branch.

 When I watched winter drape it gray, snowy blanket over autumn's faded glory last year, I never suspected that I'd be watching spring's renewal 250 miles from where I stood.

I'm starting over, too. After a long winter of waiting and wondering, I feel much like the leaves tentatively unfurling, tasting the warm air to see if it's good before fully opening up. I feel sad knowing this growing season won't be like the last, but hopeful that it will be vibrant and full of surprises.