I thought that they would never come. This year, later than ever, more desperately longed for. Finally, they’re here.
I lay down carefully among them until I was part of the sea of white and blue and green, and listened to bees buzzing and felt the sun on my face.
No words can describe the feeling of being among flowers, under a blue sky, after such a winter as we have had. I didn’t seek words; I don’t now, all I want to do is remember this bank of flowers like a wave breaking, remember the wind which is still cold, and the sunlight dancing.
I feel blessed.