March came in like a lion and has stubbornly stayed that way ever since. With a week to go, I have yet to see any indication of its transformation to a lamb. But alas there is finally the first hint of spring ... crimson peony shoots ... despite the weather's frosty attempt to thwart them. They will grow furiously tall and strong over the days and weeks ahead in order to burst open with ant-laden dewey sweetness just in time for Mother's Day. There is a vase on standby. I have been feeling inner shoots within me, too, of the creative kind, thrusting upward toward the light. I have been clearing the ground in an effort to make and hold the space for them to surface and, eventually, bloom. And in the process have discovered that it really isn't about effort at all. It's about going with the grow. Sometimes thriving means getting out of our own way and letting what wants to be just be, naturally.
Happy Easter!
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