Mother Earth is stretching after a long winters nap. Her daffodil fingers reaching through the soil blanket to the sun, preparing with open hands to receive their gifts. Iris leaves seem to become a brighter shade of green. The Lily of the valley are getting restless beneath the loam. Forsythia wakes, springing forth like a head of wild yellow hair. Days are getting longer; the songbird sings a little louder. A renewed hope and anticipation for what is to come stirs within me as spring awakens.