I wish that I could tell you all that this was my very own picture, but it isn't. However I am happy to report that in late April in Idaho, my grass is indeed turning green and the trees and bushes are budding. That's a type of new beginning.
I've always loved springtime, whether it happen in February as in Carolinas, or in April as it is here. Every fruit tree flowers before it does anything and many other plants do also. Other than the pretty, girly colors, I love spring because to me it represents a new birth. From the cold and hibernation forced of winter. Seeing that transformation gladdens my heart.
However, this year I have another new beginning. That would be us beginning in a new place. It has its own special place in my heart. When we arrived there wasn't much scenery to speak of, other than the snow capped mountains in the distance. Most of the terrain was yellow or beige with hibernation. Lots of overcast skies due to ice rain and snow storms coming in from the west coast.
Suddenly I'm seeing beautiful sunsets out my kitchen and master bedroom windows and I feel an amazing peace and joy at the beauty of it. As I see the frisbee golf course a block down go from dead looking beige to green I am filled with awe and wonder at the new beginning. Yes, I know spring happens every year, nearly everywhere, but I feel it especially now because it isn't the same rebirth that I've seen so many times in my youth. This is a new beginning that for me is truly new and I remind myself to savor it every single day.