Visiting my parents in April I was blown away by the beauty of Joyfield Farm, their 30-year life partner. I tested a fun feature on my phone's camera and came up with this impressive (yes, crooked, those lines are actually a swing) panorama.
Years of climbing these branches and swinging in this swing mean my love lives in all seasons here. But spring - after yet another winter in Minnesota - set my heart soaring even before I lifted my feet and pumped my legs.
Then I went back to visit a month later and met heaven again. Suddenly April seemed bare in comparison. And yet April was enough. April fed my body and soul. May is icing on a satisfying cake.
Oh that I may cherish April and celebrate May and even rejoice in January in the seasons of my heart - saying goodbyes, saying hellos - not just the seasons of the year. The seasons of relationships, projects, jobs, habits. To celebrate the more and cherish the meager. To reach for better and rejoice in good enough. To love now, and now, and now.