The warmth of spring and lush green sings in the veins, and life renews...an ancient pattern: over and over, again and again. Sunny days find me busy doing yard work, pulling vines, more vines, and then MORE vines. Creating: painting, sculpting. Thinking about what's next...excited over what is. Spring serves as a metaphor for internal change, and hope. This season won't last, but reminds us that life is beautiful, and we have the now.