…of Spring. It was glorious. When I woke up in the morning it was the quintessential first-day-of-Spring-morning. I could literally hear the birds chirping, see the sunlight streaming through my window. People were out and about. The line for free Rita’s water ice was ridiculous, as I probably should have expected (who doesn’t love free?). But, people were chipper. Moods were lifted. Weather was glorious. And, I couldn’t resist sneaking out and snapping a couple images of the incredible transformation that has taken place outside our house.
I have to say, when I moved “up North” (from Florida, originally, where it’s already in the upper 80s regularly this time of year) everyone went on and on about the seasons and how much I would enjoy the leaves changing color in the fall. And, I have to say, I do, I really really do. But, I still don’t think it’s half as beautiful as everything coming to life in the spring. Something about the sign of new life, new beginning, regrowth. It’s truly astounding to me.
What about you, are you a fall or spring kind of person (or winter or summer, for that matter)? I’m curious to know if I’m really in the minority here.