Wild and Free

Never Forget Who You Are

Do not tether me to your love

Let me be wild and free,

the wind in my hair,

the sun on my skin,

the rain on my face

Running untethered

True to myself

Finding room to breathe and grow

Free to be me.

 

 

Welcome Spring!

Crocuses Waking up after hibernating all winter; I feel the warmth of spring’s sun on my face. The last of the snow  is melting into the soggy ground, or in my case, the fall leaves I didn’t bag. Naked after so many months  blanketed by snow, the leaves give off a pungent, earthy smell.

I’m reminded of the farm with its old, red barn. There’s nothing like a good barn smell, of weathered wood  and mouldering hay, of dark, musty corners and well-used machinery.

I rake up leaves and twigs into little piles to bag later. I might regret not bagging today but I just want to  rake. I rake, enjoying the feel of muscles in my arms and shoulders working rhythmically back and forth.

I wrestle with a trumpet vine, as big around as my wrist, a gnarled, overgrown stalk that needs pruning. I  make some progress but in the end the trumpet vine wins. I go back to raking.

Everywhere I look there are signs that spring is here. Plants are starting to poke their way out of the ground, robins are singing, and shrubs are beginning to bud.

After a long, cold winter, I welcome spring and all the beauty it brings. Life is good.