Think Spring

This tiny plum blossom caught me off guard -- a harbinger of Spring, despite the fact that the season is officially still a month away. It crept through the rails of the side porch, reaching for the sun and crying "Look at me!" in its whispering wabi-sabi way. It's refreshing to be brought back into focus by an unassuming, imperfect flower. To everything there is a season, and I'm willing to wait: just the promise of the fruit this budding tree will yield is enough to make me positively giddy.