As we get closer to Easter, I love that everything in my backyard is turning from brown to green. The hydrangeas, the river birch trees, the cranberry bushes – everything is coming back to life.

The greening of spring is a reminder: life comes out of death and dormancy.

The song of the birds seemed extra chipper this morning as I drank my coffee in the backyard, watching the light come up. They too seem to sense the possibilities ahead for a new season of life.