Most years, I haven’t been able to express my love and gratitude for this season. In Colorado, the trees are just now growing buds and beginning to blossom – other areas in the continental US have us beat by a couple of weeks.
My admiration for flowers stems from my youth, but as of late, has offered healing in ways I couldn’t imagine were possible. Being that I am born in spring, this makes sense to me.
But appreciating femininity through flora, the spectacle that I honestly feel should be cared for and left alone…has brought me back to myself.
I’m not afraid to love a flower as deeply as I do, I know it’s cycle and what it means to me. It will wither…and bloom next year, giving me something more to think on and cherish.
I have flowers everywhere. From my backpack, to my bed spread…they remind me of how beautiful this season is, and how wonderful change can be.
The Heiress JCS 