Focus on an object—a flower, a tree, a cloud—and take in its wonder.
(Photo from a friend in China)
It’s that time of year when we take in little things, a clump of snow drops, a budding branch and yes, blossom. We notice less when summer throws her abundance, but now, yet in winter’s grip, we see.
I notice the pale blends of brown in the reeds against last years darkened foliage, I watch the cheerful robin with his daily splash of red across my path. I note the places the sun reaches, where the daffodils, already dressed for spring, wave brilliant heads, while their country cousins hide in scarce formed buds.
A month of anticipation, of small beginnings, a month to notice things that might pass us by.