I want to shout from the rooftops that IT'S ALMOST SPRING!!! And I am determined not to miss it. Each day as I drive by several parks collecting kids from school I look at the blades of grass on the ground -- tufts of green amid the golden, matted grass of fall. I've examined the ends of the branches of trees in our yard -- buds are in place, ready to split open with new growth. I can hardly wait.
I like spring and I like fall. Winter and summer are fine when observed from a climate controlled car or home, but spring and fall are glorious inside and out.
