The hope of spring

We're now seeing the first small signs of spring in the woods behind my studio. The pathways are lined with primroses...

And a lone daffodil spreads her yellow skirts....

With many more poking up through the leaf mulch, waiting for the right time to bloom.

I, too, am waiting for the right time to bloom.     

Every year I remember Anais Nin's words: "And the day came when the risk to remain tight in bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom." Like plants, it is not just once in our lives that we must do this, but over and over again.

I wake every morning, walk in woodlands, and wonder: will today be the day?

“Spring drew on...and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope
traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her
steps.”  - Charlotte Bronte (from Jane Eyre)