I admire Spring, she is emerging at her own pace, I imagine her polishing her nails, looking at herself in the mirror, chuckling over the grand entrance she is about to make. She showed up this morning, hovering above the ice pack that is our back yard, I saw her in the reflections of the donkeys, in the power of the sun, and in it’s beauty. She is the Grand Marshal of the parade, we are lining up to wait for her.