It's the official first day of Spring, and it's absolutely gorgeous. The daffodil shoots are inches higher than they were just hours ago. And here's photographic proof: when we got to the house on Friday evening, the tree in this picture – I swear I am not making this up – had not yet begun to leaf out.
Spring captures me every single time. Everything coming back to life, bursting free, struggling up to sun and air. Patrick and I spent most of the day outside yesterday, preparing the garden beds, clearing away last fall's debris, deciding where to plant the seeds acquired over the winter. I love it.
I love designing things so they'll work beautifully. I love giving things the conditions they need to grow. I love watching things come to fruition. For me, the deepest satisfactions come from envisioning and then moving toward a hoped-for future. So – how lucky am I? I get to do that at home and I get to do it every day at work.
And Spring, my favorite season, is when the whole world madly and joyously clarifies-and-moves-toward-its-hoped-for-future!