'round these here parts, crocuses come first. transparent in the sunlight, tinged with exuberant purples and creams.
the soil warms, and my kids collect wriggling earthworms in afternoon air that smells new.
a couple days back, jena asked if my life is as peaceful as these posts. no. and yes. sort of. i find that peace has little to do with my exterior circumstances and everything to do with my inner workings. oceans of peace can be found in the middle of four kids and nerf basketball and legos and wrestling dinner onto the table.
still, lately much has been stirring and churning internally; half-baked dreams and convictions itching to flesh themselves out. it's still too premature to share, but suffice it to say i'll let you know when i know.
in the meantime, we have this glorious stretch of beginnings before us. there's something deeply reassuring in the certainty that no matter how bleak the winter, spring never fails to show up.
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glimpse more unwrapped tuesdays at chatting at the sky, and more sweet shots at darcy's.