I was beginning to think that moving to a warmer climate might not be such a bad idea. After 3 blizzards (2 of which were in February), record snowfall, and what seemed like a never ending winter, I was reminded of what it felt like to live in Maine. Maybe I could live without the whole changing of seasons thing.

But today, as I started to sit down on my warm front porch to write, I absolutely squealed with joy and ran inside, jumping up and down, to get my camera. Seriously. Until then, I had been wondering what I’d photograph today.

New life emerging from the deadness of winter. The sheer joy of seeing the first flowers after a long, snowy winter. Finally needing to roll the car windows down while driving. The sun warming my face once again. I’ve been reminded of why I love the changing of seasons. It’s fresh, new, and inspiring. Seeing those first flowers push their way up amongst the dead, brown leaves of last year brings new joy and renewed hope.

Take a deep breath today, and enjoy the beauty that’s all around you. Maybe even stick your knees in the mud and take a picture of the first flower you see.

What’s your favorite season, and why?