Every spring, something very tiny brings me great joy. The first sign of spring here is always the tulips starting to awake from their winter sleep. Mid-March, I pay careful attention to the base of the green apple tree, or my flower beds, watching for that first sleepy tulip, stretching out of its bulb. And today was the day. :)
I also saw the first robin of spring and made a wish on her, like I do every spring. I never ask for much, hoping that if it is something easily given by God, I have a better chance of receiving it.