when the light is equal to the dark

The snow is still piled high on our (little tiny urban) frontyard, but the signs of spring are everywhere.

(photo, above, via Flickr) 

Yesterday on our walk in the neighborhood (ahh, a little a lot slow thanks to a sore 3rd trimester mama) we noticed all of the colors of spring mud, the grass peeking out of the last remants of ice, the burgeoning buds, the smell... that spring smell...

And with the fullest, biggest moon hanging in our sky tonight, we will have a balance between light and dark in our day. Such a magical time. And a great time to check out the moon, since it won't feel this big again until 2029. My daugher will be 22. Oh my. 

In honor of the coming spring, she made some sweet clay ladybugs and a caterpillar at our favorite pottery studio recently. Can't wait for the parade of bugs and root children to come up from under the earth now... what a very welcome sight they will be.