Happy birthday to me! Yesterday I turned 28 years old. Wow. 28.
I took the day off work and had a wonderful birthday. My parents came to town, and we had lunch at one of my favorite restaurants. I took them to my garden and I tilled between my young peas and arugula; I dug my hands in the Earth and felt the cool, damp soil under my palms. Later on, we walked through a local city garden, relishing in the beauty of an unusually early spring bloom. Our warmer than usual April temperatures have made everything burst, and Minneapolis is filled with the sweet scent of flowers, the sidewalks sprinkled with a confetti of fallen blooms. Walking through the gardens today, I had a revelation. I've been wrong about myself all these years - I always thought I was a Fall person, but that is decidedly not true. I am a Spring person; it makes me feel alive, excited, renewed. I see hope and promise in Spring that is unlike any other time of year.