Sweet Sweet Spring

The snow is finally turning to puddles. I skipped the winter coat this weekend and was warm enough in a sweatshirt. The sunshine radiates into the evening again at last. Yess. Spring. I'm still feeling overworked, underpaid and uncertain of what the future holds, but ultimately I am oh-so-grateful and happy with who I am and what I have. Life is good when the sun is shining. Sometimes it is just that simple.

Spring always reminds me of this poem. I think because I imagine both as wet and muddy.

The Red Wheelbarrow

William Carlos Williams, 1883 - 1963

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.