Oh me, oh my it has been a lush and wonderful Spring here in the Midwest. After deep Winter, polar vortex and a slow emergence from hibernation we have been surrounded by growth. Buds slowly opening, lavishing us with their fragrant blooms, reawakening our senses to the smells of a living, breathing earth. It is so easy to forget how deeply I am effected by the changes in our environment, how easily mood can dip and shift as the clouds pass over the sun, winds whip and snow cloaks. But here we are, we have finally arrived in the time of flowers. It begins slowly and we watch for crocuses, daffodils, tulips. We hold our breath as the magnolias begin to bud, a slow and steady crescendo to a brief extravagance. Then there are apple and cherry blossoms, flowering trees drop their snow and we amble toward irises, columbine, inching to allium, poppies then settle into hydrangeas, cone flowers and black eyed susans. A brief summer submerges us, plunges us into her essence, a scent enlivening yet fleeting. We are out of doors, we commune, alive with the wonder of our world.