April whispers of renewal, but sometimes the snow persists… and that’s okay. 🌨️☀️📚
There’s so much ‘should’ energy around spring. We should be cleaning, refreshing, blooming with the flowers. We should feel light, optimistic, energized.
But outside my window? Snow still blankets the ground, despite the longer days and chirping birds. Some mornings I wonder if I’ll ever see the grass again.

Nature teaches us about patience in transition. About honoring the actual rhythm of things, not the calendar’s arbitrary promises. Our internal seasons rarely align perfectly with the external ones. And perhaps that’s the invitation: to meet ourselves exactly where we are, snow and all.

Books have been my companions in this extended limbo. Here are a few that bring solace when transitions feel slow:

‘A Psalm for the Wild-Built’ by Becky Chambers – A gentle, meditative novella about a tea monk seeking purpose and a robot seeking understanding, set in a world where humans have learned to live in balance with nature



‘Braiding Sweetgrass’ by Robin Wall Kimmerer – Indigenous wisdom about reciprocity with the natural world



‘On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous” by Ocean Vuong – A lyrical, melancholic exploration of family, identity, and finding beauty in difficult circumstances.



‘Migrations’ by Charlotte McConaghy – Fiction about a woman following the last arctic terns on their final migration



What’s your relationship with spring this year? Does it match the calendar or are you also in an in-between place? And what books have been your companions?