"Spring Found Me" by Trendle Ellwood

"Spring Found Me" . . . Well of course she did! You are an old and trusted friend of the seasons, my dear. There is nothing they love so much as to be simply noticed . . . and this is what you do. You observe, you espy, you mark, you celebrate their quiet joys. Most of all though, you see. You see what others would dismiss as average, as plain, as grey or weeds or everyday. You see and your eyes make ordinary into something rare and beautiful; a very special gift, my friend. Then you hold up your camera or you describe with your simple, perfect words and suddenly we ALL see. A very special gift for the world.