“Spring drew on . . . and a greenness grew over those brown [garden]
beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed
them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.” ~ Charlotte Brontë
Let's usher in spring with a pretty cake, shall we? Well technically it is spring, but in my neck of the woods there are still five foot snow banks in the front yard and flakes of snow not willing to give up just yet. And so while we are waiting for warmer temps and the Great Spring Melt - my spirit doesn't care. It has launched into the new season with abandon. Many of you know that the last few months have been rather difficult for me, to put it mildly. I am more than ready to kiss this season of the brokenhearted goodbye - along with all of those heavy, dark, sad days. I'm ready for the fresh starts and bright hopes that springs brings with it. I'm ready for rubber boots and rain showers. I'm ready for longer days and a lighter heart. I am ready.
