An Ode to Spontaneous Growth and Spring

I walked to the park today, appreciating all the spontaneous growth, or weeds as some choose to call them.
At the park, I swung on a swing for a very long time. I can't remember the last time I did that. I listened to beautiful music and watched all the (other) kids play.
Yesterday I spent the day painting small watercolors and lying in the sun. It is such a blessing to be able to indulge in this world, in this season, in life.

I am grateful.