Hello Blossom

In a curious twist of creation which keeps us on our toes and staring up, the trees have been snowing. Dry, bare twigs and branches have exploded with life and heavy boughs fell over our pathways with the weight of their surprising blossom, until they had their drunken fill and the petals let go so as to mimic the best winter could offer and sprinkle small, pale shapes all over the ground.

Life is pushing from inside—the secret place—to get out and grow in the fresh air. It seemed so unlikely, just a few weeks ago when we were cold, frozen and hunched against the frost, but tiny, robust little green things now point forward from high vantage in the trees and shout, "Go!" to anyone willing to listen.

When the trees start snowing it always makes me catch my breath – a reminder of where we have come from and how unbelievably this appears out of nowhere. If Autmun's riot of colour is life's swan-song in the face of Winter, then Spring comes to flip everything we thought we knew upside down. This behaviour is laughter in the face of what, or whoever says, "No, it is not possible."

{Today's Soundtrack: Bethany Dillon Acoustic}