It's that time of the year, when I can breathe again. The blossoms are starting to appear on the trees, and every day I find myself driving the longest route possible, winding our way through the neighbourhood streets, seeking blossoms. New ones are peeking out daily, and they speak to me. I know that sounds a little loopy, but I feel like we are sharing a secret - like they are saying "Hello, you! Breathe, relax, spring will be here oh so soon and the days will get longer, and the days will get warmer."
I love my secret conversations with the blossoms. They make me smile.