There is something about spring that makes me want to plant things. I can’t explain it as I am not one for gardening or tending the yard at any other time of year. I usually think nature is a wonderous thing as long as I just have to “look” at it. But transformational seasons of Fall (my favorite) and Spring are just, well … different. Spring’s air still has a crisp feel to it when the wind gets wipping up. I love that because it brings the sent of lilacs rushing at me. The tiny leaves and buds and flowering trees give me a sense of hope and wonder. One would think I would have outgrown such emotions as I’m not a “spring chicken” contemplating the world. But I am definitely a spring fan!
So, I sit and swing; plot and plan; shop and dig and bask in the possibilities of Spring.