3.31 A gust of wind and it starts snowing tiny white petals.

3.30 It’s a quiet evening, and our family celebrates Spring together under a rainbow.

3.29 Nodding in the cold, driving rain, the windflowers remind me that spring is just a breath away.

3.28 After months of hard, loving work the garden thanks our team with its abundance.

3.27 What an extraordinary place we live in, with breathtaking natural beauty beyond words.

3.26 Slowly the grays fall away and color begins to gather itself together in the early morning light.

3.25 I woke up at sunrise, when the small round clouds were lit from beneath with orange light, glowing against the blue, blue sky.

3.24 Sometimes joy comes in the form of quiet solitude, sitting enveloped in a cozy armchair with an engrossing book.

3.23 The light behind the spring rain is different than winter rain, almost golden, and I know the sun isn’t far away.

3.22 Joyful relief as a struggle to write is suddenly lifted by the helpful advice of a friend.

3.21 I open the hoop house and breathe in the fragrance of damp earth and tiny seedlings.

3.20 A surprise visit from a loved one brings warmth at the close of the day.

3.19 It’s been more than six years, and still we gather as neighbors and friends over wine and food, and share the stories that weave us together.

3.18 The smell of books, the slant of afternoon light, and the quiet notes of a single guitar.

3.17 Wooden birds perched among crystal flowers on the table top, setting the stage for intimate conversation with friends.

3.16 When a small community comes together to create a garden, the world begins to open with possibility.

3.15 With a splash of bright blue and a loud squawk the Stellar Jay comes in for a landing.

3.14 Last year’s dry, brown leaves twirled over the street with the wind, dancing one last waltz.

3.13 Two male turkeys strut, puffed up and with tail feathers blazing, like overly-pompous generals.

3.12 A crew of dedicated volunteers carefully places each tiny seedling into a pot, each pot into a flat, each flat on to a table, until 25,000 plants sit, just waiting for the sun.

3.11 The mountain seems to float in the distance, only its dark peak visible above the valley tule fog.

3.10 Like a fledgling on its first flight, the small boy glides tentatively down the slight slope on his pedal-free bike to the excited cheers of his parents.

3.9 From out of the silence comes the single shrill call of a red-tailed hawk, accompanied by the loud clapping of wings as hundreds of band-tailed pigeons take to the air from the tops of the redwoods.

3.8 in one of those moments where time collapses, the fisherman I was watching on the lake became me, sitting in a small rowboat on Long Island Sound with my father and little brothers, fishing for flounder in the hot sun.

3.7 Today the plant name signs went up, each sign carefully placed next to its partner native plant, and a narrow strip along a suburban street blossomed into a botanical garden.

3.6 Late in the afternoon, huge dark clouds rose over the hill from Berkeley, threatening, imposing, beautiful.

3.5 Deep inside the espalier, a pair of robins hop from branch to branch choosing the choicest berries.

3.4 My friend’s little terrier greets me with jumping, joyous wriggles I can only hope to earn.

3.3 The skies momentarily cleared, and I saw Orion, Cassiopeia, the Pleiades, and Jupiter.

3.2 While hail pours down outside in the garden, the delicious smell of baking warms me up.

3.1. The cold winter rain falls with tremendous force, and I imagine the water pushing its way deep into the earth.