I am in awe of flowers.
Not because of their colors,
but because even though they
have dirt in their roots,
they still grow.
They still bloom.
D. Antoinette Foy
I have always loved March: even if spring comes only at the end of the month, I have always considered it the “regrowth” month. It starts getting dark late, you can see flowers coming up, side by side with bare trees, squirrels are back in the parks…
everything is coming alive, colourful and light hearted ❤
I don’t know if it is only me, but February is always an hard month: January is full of expectations for the new year, looking forward for soooo many changes, and then February comes – I imagine it with a t-shirt on saying “nice try”, that basically gives me a reality check that things don’t change overnight. But with springtime the flowers are blooming, the air becomes crispy, people are happier, the temperatures are above zero, and life just becomes easier. March is my reminder that we can all start over, that there are always new beginnings, that no matter how cold was the winter, life moves on.
Even with dirt in our roots, we can still grow, we can still bloom.