Spring, the mere mention of the word tingles my senses, reminding me of hope, renewal and a chance to begin everything in life anew.
On a deeper level, I seem to remember past lives as a fair celtic maiden, playing hide and seek in the woods with friends, and delighting in the discovery of a meadow of flowers, plucking a handful of them to make herbal concoctions and a potion or two for safekeeping.
Times have changed and I currently live in an overly domesticated suburban world, with only small patches and parks to remind me of my natural roots. Yet, at the first hint of Spring, my shoes go off and I have to sink my toes deep into the green grass, slowly stirring both of us back to life.
One evening, while I was out doing just this very thing, along with a bit of stargazing, I was greeted by the sweetest little bunny in my yard. Ahhh, truly the spirit of Spring is here, right on time and as I stood in the quiet of my yard, I felt a...