Suki, the dog, survived her first night here, without incident or accident. Max rose at six am to take her for a walk. Her tail is beating the floor.
The hostas are peeping up, and the hydrangea are budding with alacrity. The daffodils that danced for us as we pulled out of the driveway in late March were still here to greet us, along with a newly blooming cherry tree, and all sorts of hyacinths.
It is the loveliest time of year. During the winter, I muse upon Autumn as my favorite season, but then Spring arrives with such incredible pageantry, and I am smitten. The best thing about travelling east for Passover is that we return to find our home transformed.
What was stark grey and spindly is now softened with bright green. The birds are bursting with pride and anticipation over their newly refurbished nests and the eggs that will soon fill them. It is hard not to be filled with a rush of energy, and the impulse to dig in the earth and help things grow.
Two things I must hasten to help grow are my summer programs for girls - art power, and bloom. More on that later, as I must wake the children.
Enjoy the day!
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