Lessons from a soft spring
Life loves to be alive and when I see Spring around here in April I think of it more as a riot - everything bursts out gleams and grows in a quest for sunlight. The tender shoots are quickly gleeful and eager.
I still see you reaching for light.
Thank you papasita 🌞🌷
I’ve always loved your airiness! And imagination. Like flower fairies not quite of this earth.
💕
It does feel that way sometimes! 🧚🏼♀️
Maybe it’s why you walked on your toes as a kid. 😊
Life loves to be alive and when I see Spring around here in April I think of it more as a riot - everything bursts out gleams and grows in a quest for sunlight. The tender shoots are quickly gleeful and eager.
I still see you reaching for light.
Thank you papasita 🌞🌷
I’ve always loved your airiness! And imagination. Like flower fairies not quite of this earth.
💕
It does feel that way sometimes! 🧚🏼♀️
Maybe it’s why you walked on your toes as a kid. 😊