It is the season where we step outside of our cocoons and smell the earth. In the spring air, we feel brave knowing that we have survived the cold winter. After all, not every living thing makes it, most are put to sleep by the cold winter frost. Some of us were tempted to cry as we watched snow bury our gardens and some of us understood that springtime would bring it all back. If you look closely now, you’ll see tiny blades of grass stretching towards the sun, it’s as if the blades are calling out to lady bugs that they’re ready to be climbed. Be warned though: wherever the snow melts, there is a chance of spotting a bad dog owner's decision to keep their pup's crud on the ground, springtime leaves nothing hidden.
This year, winter felt so long. I wasted away my quiet moments by calling for winter’s grave and sulking when I could not taste the sun. I tried to remember how sunshine tasted like medicine and then I burnt my tongue on hot cocoa trying to take myself there. Spring, the season of heartbeats, it would make me happy if you stayed awhile.
I've always wanted to do my hair like this. For somebody who is terrible at doing her own hair, I am proud of myself! The braids stayed in my hair well into the evening -- which is clearly a record for me!
Blouse – Value Village | Hat – Spring | Shorts – Suzy Shier | Boots – DNA Footwear