March 23, 2021•98 words
I had this dream about walking through our garden, seeing my cherry tree blooming. In fact, everything was blooming in the garden.
The calendar tells me that spring is here. Yet, just yesterday, we had snowfall. Late March/early April is always a fun, but weird period of change. It's like a dance. Sometimes, the weather takes a step forward; towards spring. Other times, it goes back a bit, embracing the bitterness of winter.
Something wispered to me in that garden: we're not ready yet.
I'm not ready yet?
For something to bloom it needs time to grow.