Spring, the season of hope, has finally arrived at the Urban Cabin. As a gardener, spring is my favorite time of the year. Birds add new twigs to their nests while they await their first brood of chicks. Tiny chartreuse buds are popping out on branches and, everywhere you look, trees are dressed in pink and white tutus.

Each spring my soul feels renewed. No matter the trials I may be facing, somewhere in the garden a new flower is ready to bloom. I water it with care and fertilize with love anticipating the day when tender green shoots will push themselves above the dewy soil.

This spring, as I tuck new flower bulbs into our garden, I am thinking of one special child who may be far away but will always have a place in my heart. I stop and pause, remembering a time  when I held her tiny body against my own as we shared the warmth of the sun. Those days were pure bliss and for a few moments, I was on the edge of joy.