Spring happens to be my favorite season of the year. There's something cheerful about new, emerging blossoms that brings me joy. Maybe the feeling I get can be defined as hope. This year, I noticed neighborhood trees bearing cherry blossoms early. They were showing off their floral finery a week or two ago. In synchronicity, I splurged on daffodils in anticipation of spring. But something strange happened recently. The petals curled in on themselves and hid their splendor. Honestly, … [Read more...]