Spring Flowers

The past week or so i've been enjoying the spring flowers. a lot. as i walk by and see a clump of daffodils they seem surreal to me. i've seen their greenery pushing through - i've seen where they were going to bloom - but there's something about the clump of beautiful flowers that seemed to appear over night that has me enthralled. the beautiful pinks and purples of the hyacinths, the crocuses, the bright yellow and crisp white of the daffodils - they've just grabbed me. at times i've felt like i was living in cartoon world or something...like these beautiful flowers and colors aren't supposed to just appear like this - like they have to be fake or something...and yet i know they're all real.

i've always loved spring flowers - the signal that winter is over. spring is here. new life...and all that spring symbolizes, but this year its been different - more intriguing, more beautiful, and i haven't been able to figure it out. i've just been enjoying the beauty, and a bit confused about why these flowers that i've always loved are such a novelty to me. and then yesterday i figured it out.

i was in india for the spring of 07 and 08. i haven't seen spring flowers in 3 years. they are beautiful. obviously even better than i remembered. and that has made me think...i don't know when i'll get to enjoy spring flowers again. i didn't even realize i missed them til i saw them again. guess i'll have to just keep drinking them up...reveling in their beauty. in the brilliant, magical beauty of these flowers that appear out of nowhere...and tell us that winter is over...that spring has come again, and with it new life.