March was a cage.
April is a blessing.
Walking upon the brand new grass is like the lifting of gravity. I tell Rosalita how soft it feels. I whisper to her. The newness of this budding green world makes me feel as though I should be still and silent. Unfamiliar sounds seem to make the expansive grove blush and curl up into itself.
Rosalita, my own tigerlily, is worn close to my face. Our cheeks brush and a fiery spark of happiness dances in my throat. I am imagining what it is like to see spring for the first time. Brilliant, shining, marquee lights and the fluttering thrill that leads up to a cinema premiere comes to mind.
I want her to take it all in. What else can she touch? I place her tiny hand on the fresh, crisp linens hanging on the clothesline, the wiry feathers of a silkie rooster, the waxy, fragrant leaves of the huge magnolia tree. Together, we watch the elegance unfold in a ruby red lily and take in the endlessly inspiring bouquet of a lilac tree for the first time in her life.
Spring jumps out in front of me, cradles my face in her hands, and I hope she will not let go.
I am wearing a Pure Linen Sling in Organic Maple, c/o Sakura Bloom