Promise

Our days here in New Jersey, U.S.A. have been alternating sunny with dismal rain. Today, it has rained since I woke up at 7 am. Not exactly what I call a cheerful Saturday.

But, there is hope in the air. The promise of Spring rests in the green ivy, the hints of green in the yard, spring onions sprouting here and there, and rain. Liquid, not frozen.

After the most dismal winter months I've ever known in my adopted state, the days are growing longer, and my spirits lifting higher every day.

Here's to the rain. May it soon produce tiny flowers and shoots, and bring rebirth to the land and love in our hearts.