|book cover, Gwendolyn White, 1936|
this morning was my first in feeling like Spring is truly on its way.
though we still get close to freezing at night, I've placed a few plants outside. so they may soak in the much missed sunshine.
and the seeds I started are starting to do things.
on Friday, I drove by a crowd on the lawn of Our Lady of Guadalupe (which is down the street from where I live). people dressed in dark respect, with heads down, praying. a few men holding a cross with the body of crucifixion. There, on that street, at la iglesia de Nuestra Senora de Guadalupe, a crowd has gathered to honor the days of Easter for 200 years.
it is the ceremony that catches me. that it is a time for people to come together. and the older I get, or maybe the further from home I am, it is that time of togetherness that gives me pause.
Spring, with its tiny budding plants and warmer air, its message of rebirth, is itself a Book for Happiness.