Today is spring equinox. Fragrant flowers are blooming everywhere and after a big electrical storm, the air is clear and warm.
To celebrate, I made you a flower circle. I used to make these on the lawn when I was a child. If I’d lost a tooth, I’d hide it in the middle under a flower. In the morning I would run back to the flower circle to see if the tooth fairy had left me a sixpence.
Today, I’m glad to say, I don’t have a lost tooth.

And I gathered you a spring bouquet. The small pale blue flowers are called Nigella, or Love-in-a-Mist. Isn’t that a poetic name? Love has come out of the mist today, and is ready to dance and play.

Here is your last gift. The little one made you a fish.

Happy equinox, wherever you are. To you in the north at autumn equinox, thank you for sending the warmth our way. To you in the south, enjoy the season of growth!

The inundation of the Spring
Submerges every soul
—Emily Dickinson