Awakening

Sometimes spring arrives with an explosion of color.  Everywhere I look would be a kaleidoscope of bright, ever-changing colors, sounds and fragrance vigorously taking over the landscape.

This year, spring is arriving quietly, tip toeing up through the soil, greeting me with a flower or two on each blooming shrub, birds softly trilling high in the trees whose buds and blooms slowly swell.  I can almost feel the stems and leaves stretching toward the sky while we all wait for the sun to shine again.

Hush, listen to the gardens awaken.