As I look out my window at the distance fog and hear the rain patter down while sipping a cup of hot tea, I wonder where is Spring? I see a sprinkling of blossoms on the horizon but sunshine and warmth feels very far away. I keep trying to bring it closer.
I bought daffodils by the dozens and sprinkled them around my house.
I clipped the few blooming hyacinths in my yard and brought them inside.
I got out the bunnies and eggs and springtime colors.
But a fog remains. Inside and out. I find myself looking once again, longingly, out the window. Searching for that light and warmth that promises new beginnings have begun.
Until then, I sit and sip my tea, plant my own ceramic lily inside and hope.