Finding Spring

"When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest."

-Ernest Hemingway

Lately, spring is on my mind. I almost kick myself for saying it, because I am such a lover of New England's four seasons. To each, their own unique beauty. I feel lucky for being able to experience them all, and I try to remember just how much I love each and every one. Appreciating this winter, though, has proven difficult. Cabin fever has hit full on, and it's really, really hard.

During these winter days, when the snow is endless and the temperatures are nearly unbearable and darkness comes way too fast, there's so much I miss.

I crave the green. I crave the feeling of cool grass beneath my feet. I crave the sunshine on my face, and well, the rest of my body, too. I crave the days when I can sip my morning coffee outside on the deck, listening to the birds chirp their sunrise songs. I crave the days of gardening and watching the flowers grow and the trees become full again. I crave the days of walking outside barefoot, not having to worry about dressing in layer upon layer. I crave the days when my legs can feel free again, when a simple dress is all I need. I crave the days that include cool evening swims, fresh lemonade, longer walks, bike rides, and ice cream. I crave the fresh air that comes through the open windows as the earth awakes from a long, frozen sleep.

Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if I lived in a warmer climate. I wonder if it would be as wonderful as I'm dreaming it to be right now, as I sit here and write this, our house window deep in snow, me buried in sweaters listening to the wind howl outside. Or would I get sick of it? Would I wish for the crispness of autumn, the coziness of winter, the newness of spring? Would I crave the chance for change that each season brings?

The grass is always greener. So they say. It may be true. It may not be. Maybe I am meant for a place like California, or maybe I'm meant to stay right here. I don't think it's something I'll ever know the answer to. How can I? After all, the grass is always greener.

For now, I'm trying my very best to remember that spring always comes. It always finds us when we really, really need it and offers us a lifeline. It shows us that we will come alive again, even when the days seem dark and long.

I'm working hard to find slivers of hope in each day. Whether it's cleaning out my winter wardrobe, planning out what veggies we'll plant this year, or knowing that with each passing day, March and the official start of spring is one day closer. Sometimes seeking inspiration helps too, like this gorgeous Lou & Grey spring lookbook.

I have yet to purchase any items from Lou & Grey, but the things I've heard about this company are incomparable. In an effort to buy my clothing more consciously this year, I'm thinking they will be my first stop when I begin filling my spring wardrobe. Here's what's on my wishlist.