Spring

I love each season of the year. As you can see from the last several posts, our family enjoys winter and all the fun that abounds with it. As the boys get older I foresee even more fun in the snow. However there comes a point when I am ready for spring. Usually it comes when we are given a taste of warmth-- the day or two where only a jacket is needed or no coat at all. During those days of warming the piles of snow melt down some even disappear. Those that disappear leave dark dirty marks from the dirt that got trapped in the snow along with a bit of trash as well. My favorite part comes next-- the pouring rain. I don't mind the gray skies. Just before the rain begins every color seems to become a vivid version of itself. I can always tell that the rain will start in the next few minutes or so by watching the colors outside. The rain refreshes everything. The dirty spots fade as the dirt is washed away. Grass that is brown, tan and yellow-- very dead looking-- suddenly has bits of green peaking out. Tufts of my soon to be flowers start showing their heads and buds on the tree branches look fuller and will be ready to burst soon. People can be seen taking walks in the evening or starting to clean up yards. Hibernation is about to end. Spring is one of my favorite seasons in the year. I love the rain. The mud doesn't bother me. I can't wait to the flowers and watching the boys play outside enjoying the fresh air.