As the long, frozen winter melts into the beauty of spring, I feel myself come alive again.  It is in the garden where the sights and sounds and smells of spring’s awakening first begins.  It is in the smell of the soft rains that fall.  It is in the sight of the tiny pink cherry blossoms as they form on the bare branches of trees.  It is in the sound of the wind as it softly rustles through the new leaves.  I know this time is on its way when I awake to hear the robins singing happily in the trees.  Spring is a time of new growth and it brings with it a feeling of hope.  It is this feeling of hope that I hold close in my heart and try to keep alive all through the year.

Where the Magic Grows
By Krista Longeway

It begins in this wondrous time and place
Where the first of the new spring flowers grow
Where the pink cherry blossoms hang like lace
After the melting of long winter’s snow

It is wherever springtime’s soft rains fall
Filling the air with the smell of damp earth
The patter of raindrops surround us all
Bringing a beautiful time of rebirth

In a place where wind dances through the trees
Blowing freely as though without a care
Whispering a song in the rustling leaves
The robins singing so happily there

It is in the garden where the magic starts
In all of the sights, the sounds and the smells
Softly touching something deep in our hearts
This is where all the hope of springtime dwells