Spring is finally here, I think. I thought it was here a week ago, until we got a freak snowstorm that covered the ground and blew in grey clouds. Thankfully the buds on the trees didn't freeze, so the blossoms are still welcoming Spring with us. The dusty ground has imprints of bare feet (although my feet have been seeking for the bits of grass so stand in. ahh.) and the tables and dressers are decked with blossoming boughs of nameless flowers.
I just stand in front of this bush and bask in the presence of buzzing bees, perfumed flowers and greening branches. In the dry, dusty Spring that Arizona calls it's own, these trees are little pieces of real spring for an Eastern born girl.
Flowers are blooming. Bees are buzzing. Water is trickling.
I think it's finally Spring.