When I was little, Spring meant I’d color with the light green crayon from the Crayola box. The darker green was reserved for Summer when the leaves matured. The seasons change faster now and the Spring colors evoke nostalgia.

In Spring the forsythias and crocuses give way to the azaleas. Their vivid explosion speaks with loud vindication. Their colors and the light green crayon of my youth expressed an innocent voice of hope and expectation; the end of the school year, the long vibrant summers of inventive play.

Spring keeps the promise that darkness will give way to a light green crayon. May we be a grateful and joyful part of the awakening!

With love,

Rosanne

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