Emerging from the cold and sometimes dark season of winter, spring waits on my doorstep. I've long thought that our seasons are quite distinct but I am beginning to learn that each of the seasons flow into another, sometimes with overlap and mingling lasting longer than a short while.
Today the snow is falling pretty heavy. We're not yet at spring but it is close. I certainly have the welcome mat out on my step. Inside I have a pot of beautiful tulips, given to me by a dear friend. I look at the tulips and see new life and hope...springtime.