I am so ready.
For mud. For maple. For garden starts in the window.
For warm breezes on bare skin; for bare feet in the wet grass.
I am ready to turn this flock out onto green pastures, to dig in the soil, to get my hands dirty again.
To let my kids out after breakfast and call them back in the afternoon.
I'm ready to sit by the creek, to forage in the woods, to gather flowers from the hillside.
To exhale after this long cold winter.
This weekend the spring thaw began in earnest.
So we tapped our maples, dug out our garden seeds, and started to dream.
No, spring isn't here quite yet, but it's coming.
And we're so ready.