.blooms emerging.

 Spring is coming. 

This year we had late March snow, then almost 60 degree days, and now back to frosty mornings, but spring is coming. 

I took a quick walk on a path in the foothills last night and was surprised to see so many tiny blooms. Yellow and blue bell wildflowers slowing emerging amongst the mostly brown grass. The land is so dull and the blooms so few, you still have to look for a second for your eyes to acclimate to the burst of color. Then, I saw the fresh greens of lupine and balsamroot pushing through the hard soil. I wondered it the first signs of lupine greens could be just as beautiful as their sweet purple blooms? Can I appreciate each part of the process more? I feel like I could, it's not an easy to see the beauty at first, but it's the process/cycle that holds the magic. How can I slow down to appreciate all the tiny moments that make up season?