Our World Tuesday

It's time once again for Our World Tuesday, a weekly meme that encourages bloggers to share images of their world. It's a great way to get a glimpse of life through the eyes of others! You can find out more about it here. Even if you don't participate, I encourage you to take a look at the intriguing photos that bloggers from around the world share each week.

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I took these photos in my front yard yesterday afternoon. I love the vibrancy of spring! It's a time of hope and new beginnings, and it has always been one of my favorite seasons.

 

"Spring is when life's alive in everything."

~Christina Rossetti

 

Wishing you all a beautiful Tuesday. ☺

 

 

Wordless Wednesday

Could this mean spring is here?

 

 

Wishing you all a wonderful Wednesday. ☺
 

Wordless Wednesday

A little taste of spring...

Okay, I can't resist a few words... ☺

A couple of weeks ago in Sunday School, my three-year-old daughter planted grass seeds in this little cup. She added a flower made out of a Popsicle stick and a mini cupcake liner, and then made the sun that's hanging in the background out of a clear plastic plate. About a week ago, the grass started to grow, and now, even though there's still snow outside, I feel like I have my own little bit of spring right here in my kitchen.

Wishing you all a wonderful Wednesday. ☺

Winter disguised as spring

Today's 100 words:

The weather we've been having so far this season has reminded me a lot more of spring than of almost-winter. Yesterday it rained, and the air had that wet mud smell, that fresh scent I always associate with spring, and it made me long to skip the cold winter that likely still lies ahead and go directly on to the season of freshness and newness and life, that time when buds start bursting on trees, the grass turns green, flowers bloom... I like the starting-over that spring represents, the idea that everything--that everyone--gets a second chance.

Fall's kiss

This morning's 100 words:

I can feel fall's kiss in the air today, the sharp coldness stealing in through the open window, bringing with it that crisp smell only autumn can possess. Spring, as fall's opposite, its fraternal twin, doesn't exhibit the same crispness, that same sense of a cold sheet snapping on a line, that feeling of sharp electricity that seems to be in the air when the trees start to shed their leaves, the pleasant scent of decay rising around them. Spring's is a clean smell, a washed-earth smell, signifying a beginning, while fall, though lovely, takes us closer to the end.