The wind is sharp and spring is biting again. But the unfolding of flowers on my deck is gentle. I am reminded of the beauty of spring at every turn. When I stepped out into the wind at the end of the afternoon, I shivered and tightened my coat around me. But then I saw the glorious blazing pink sky at the end of the street, and I opened up again in delight.

This is how it is right now: opening and closing, closing and opening. My heart is being well exercised. That’s what spring asks of me.

September 29
October 10
Petunias, October 10