spring sprung

it's gray outside. raining on and off. it's spring though- i can tell because last night when i was walking in my house, i could smell the earth: the tulips, the dirt and grass all mixed together in a wonderful reminder it is indeed a new season here. the sun was setting, painting a beautiful golden color across the west-facing porch, and i was happy to come home to my furry, four legged girls.

this morning as i left the house, the gray skies offset the green of the growing grass and the drops of water on the pink and yellow tulips. i could smell the earth, caught in my nose again, and felt the fuzzy, fallen tree buds on the sidewalk squish under my flipflops- the only shoes that fit my fat foot right now.

in the car, i take the parkway today to enjoy the colors and budding trees. gray continued to line the skies, and the various spring green colors popped, and the wet street and windows made it seem serene and peaceful. it seems every house i see has forests of tulips growing in their yards, some sprinkled daffodils and hyacinth. the flowers stand tall and regal; the houses sit quietly, waiting for the sun to peak through to fully awaken those inside. i drive by in the wet, under the canopy of trees on the parkway. every few blocks, a bright yellow flowering tree, or white puffball of a budding tree catch my eye, daring to be different- soft, tangible evidence of awakening after a long winter.

this is the kind of rainy day i love- not cold and rainy, not humid and rainy, but rainy and perfect. i can feel the new beginnings land with every raindrop on my windshield, and i feel at peace. happy. new.

how can anyone doubt Him in all of this?