It is really and truly spring. Spring’s repeated arrival every year reminds me, as the trees open to cover us in green bowers again and again, that there is a new life that conquers the dead of winter, that there is a place to find hope. 

We had a second birthday party for a little girl.  She won’t stop growing and learning.

I wrote a post at Grace Table.  You can find it here and check out the other beautiful essays there.

And over here are my pictures (and more pictures) of the transformation from winter into spring.  It is the small moments everywhere, everyday that make a large life.