I ache for Spring from the first of every year. It's supposed to be chilly at Thanksgiving and then at Christmas and then at New Years. But once those celebrations are over, your bellies are bigger and the confetti is out of your hair, it's time for warm weather.
With parents who garden and tend to their yard tenderly, I'm not sure how I missed the Southern beauty of a camellia--blooming like a lenten rose in the chilly late-winter air--but now I have a new favorite shrub. I saved my pennies and bought four for our back yard to remind me that Spring and its newness are just around the corner.
Also just around the corner is the sacred celebration of Easter. We rub our dusty eyes, wake to new life and bathe in the eternal promise of grace and nearness.
Happy almost-spring, dearlings.
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