Ah, spring is here again. Days longer, the sun rests higher in the blue sky. Honey bees travel from purple flower to pink flower, which I pick for you. I really hope you like them. Dreams seem to bloom come March, and wilt by June as sun rises are shorter.
There’s something magical about watching honey bees buzz from daffodils to hyacinths into the fresh Spring air. As I sit under the cherry blossoms and look out into the lakes, I feel a sense of awe of how far I’ve come in a few years. Spring truly is a renewal.