Yellow bushes burst out of their gray shells.    A squirrel perched on the fence wiggles it’s tail–communicating to the neighbors.  Brilliant bird calls soothe the overcast morning.

I see tiny tender pink buds easing out from bare stiff twigs on the tree.  From nothing to everything, full of potential, minding their own business just pushing out from the smooth bark to fragile powerful green.

Thank all the Divine Ones, the Ultimate One and the Tao beyond all Gods for this yearly reminder that life renews at each moment.