I love spring flowers. They are hope after dark and cold. They show up for a time and then disappear again until after the next cold dark season. There have been years when I was so busy I completely missed paying attention to the season of spring flowers. I was sad when I realized I’d missed the daffodils. This year is no less busy, but I’m taking time to notice the flowers each time I walk up the front steps of my house. It is a small mindfulness in the midst of all the other things, and it helps.
