Ah, long awaited spring.
All winter I dream of the first day that I can walk barefoot through the yard. When I can stand outside, coffee in hand, my face warmed by the morning sun. When I can hang bed sheets on the clothesline and rather than freeze stiff and solid, they flap in the wind. When I can sow some seeds in the garden and watch what springs forth.
These are the little promises of spring.
What does your world look like this equinox? What dreams are you planting?