I like to think that those of us on the East Coast who weathered through a particularly tough winter are being rewarded now with a Spring so glorious that we’ve already forgotten how tightly winter had us in its grips. It has finally let us go – and there are flowers everywhere. Even on a day where it’s a little breezy and we’re still wrapping scarves around our necks, the wind is starting to blow the first white blossoms off the branches and the petals dance in the air like confetti until they litter the sidewalks with a sprinkle of white. We take our time walking home from school because we want to take everything in.
When I walked out of the apartment the other day without a jacket, I felt “nothing” in the sense that I wasn’t too cold or too hot, just comfortably right. And the weather and all this color does soften the sting that it’s already May 1st. I know this month will be hard. I know too that I am feeling pressure because I haven’t accomplished what I had already hoped now that we’re barreling towards the mid point of the year. But there is also a lot to look forward to and a summer that we’re all excited for. Life is good! It’s hard as hell, but it’s also good. And we’re making sure that we enjoy every bit of this Spring.
Jenna, your New York pictures alwaysss keep me coming back to your blog… especially of all the seasons. Liiving in California has me missing the emotions that come along with seasonal changes, good and bad 🙂 … Sunshine is great, but it’s easy to forget the amazing feeling that comes along with a gorgeous springtime day.
Echoing above- your photographs AND your insights keep me coming back- so glad to hear life is good- I hope May will continue to be bright and beautiful.
These beauties have brightened a grey day. Thank you Jenna for these and for generally being awesome! xxx
My sentiments exactly. Spring always feels like a quick blip before the insanity of summer so I try to savor it as much as possible. I especially appreciate it after this last winter we had. The first warm day always feels like a gift.