Spring here can be quite dreary. Some days the clouds hunker down so low it seems like you could almost reach up and touch them, if you stood on your tiptoes. Misty rains sprinkle down all day from a sky made up of one enormous cloud. Other days the clouds come and go as quickly as the attention of a toddler. Inbetween rapid showers the sun shines fiercely as if to say, "I am coming! I am coming! I didn't forget about you!" And every now and then blue skies rule the day and we soak them up with gratitude because we know that tomorrow might be grey.
One thing that I have noticed is how the colors of the spring flowers and the blooming trees pop out against all the grey and the dark greens. They look even brighter, more brilliant than on those bright sunshine-blue sky days. And they are everywhere. No matter which direction you go you can find something colorful to fill the frame. And each time I see the yellow tulips or the pink cherry blossoms or the unfolding magnolias, I stop, I pause, and I give thanks for that little bit of beauty that stands out amongst all the grey.
Feels a bit like life right now--trying to find the beauty amongst all the grey.