I love it.
It's refreshing to see the landscape bursting with vibrance after enduring months and months and months of freezing temps and white and brown. It reminds me that there is beauty in life -- and that even after hard times, discouraging times, and bleak days there will come a day when color and beauty will return.
Perhaps that's why I garden. To touch the soil and add my own splash of color to the back yard. Or perhaps, on a deeper level, it's to cement in my mind that there can be joy and beauty found in life -- and to watch it grow. It's not easy. It takes work. And time.
So as I prune and plant and water and wait I'm reminded to look at life the same way. To let go of the worry and to have faith that those little seeds, those sprouts, with time will grow beautiful.
It just takes time.