Spring is singing

I've never had a great appreciation for spring and I think it's because I've failed to acknowledge its wonders. It honestly hasn't been until this year that I've paid any attention to a tree coming to life. Within a week, I saw a lifeless brown tree sprout green buds from my bedroom window. Maybe I had gotten so tired of seeing dead twiggy trees that this transformation made spring really sing for me. This morning we were awoken by the singing of the birds and I felt like I must be in heaven. What a refreshing way to start the day! I look forward to cultivating our first garden. I enjoy leaving the doors and windows open to feel the sunshine and breeze. Yes, I'd say spring is singing to me.