Spring is sprouting. Trees with green buds. Roses covered with leaves. Grasses greening. Weeds abound. Gerbers blooming. Strawberries producing. I love spring, but this year it’s filling me with sadness. Winter, the season of Randy’s passing, is also passing. This was a cold, icy winter with cold, icy emotions. I’m thawing from that deep freeze,Continue reading “Spring”