After a very, very long Minnesota winter, we had weeks of hail and storms and cold wet days. But this morning my nine year old asked, “who is the girl whose mom doesn’t let it be spring until she comes back up from the underworld?”
“Persephone,” I said.
“Persephone is back from the underworld,” she said simply.
And she is. I am grateful beyond measure for the signs of spring arising around us.