Spring does not only come for me once a year, it comes every day.

Spring came to my life when Maria came into it.

She is Spring for me.

She has a smile that lights up the space around her.

A million flowers and countless colors bloom in her dreams, her spirit and soul every day. In her artistry.

She is a generous thing, as is Spring, full of color and growth, free of judgment and self-righteousness.

She accepts life in all of its forms, and loves a spider and a snake as she does a dog or donkey.

Is Spring not an idea, a feeling, a symbol?

Is Spring nothing but a state of mind? Mother Earth’s creative spark, that warms and frees the spirit

after cold and darkness.

Spring does not just come in March for me. Spring is here, right in my house, in the studio right next door.