Memories of spring

As my mom used to say, no matter how long, cold and dark the winter is, spring will always follow. Her words echo in my mind as I watch the little buds swelling on the trees, the snow drops opening, and the robins returning . Spring reminds me of mom because March is her month. She was born in mid March just as the days are noticeably longer and spring is just around the corner. She was a “spring” person…always looking at the bright side, always seeing the best in others, and always filled with hope for a better world!
She loved flowers , especially the blossoms on the fruit trees that dotted the landscape throughout the Niagara Region. She met my father in May and always thought of spring as a season of new beginnings. I tend to be like her . I am welcoming spring, season of new beginnings, with hope in my heart.