“Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?”
“It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine.”
– The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett
As the first day of Spring came and went yesterday, it was in the low 30s here in New York and hail was falling in Oregon, and I found myself cocooned in extra layers, with a cup of peppermint tea balanced on my lap as the wind howled against the windows. I sought refuge in one of my favorite books about hope and Spring, The Secret Garden. Reading it in the lingering days of winter, when by all rights the trees should be budding and the sun shining, renewed my belief that soon the seasons would shift, as long as I kept my eyes peeled and open, and had plenty of good books to turn to until then.