I know I sound like a broken record sometimes…with this wistful feeling deep in my gut wishing it was Spring already but really, I am not a winter person. I love….no strike that…I live for color. Not the drabness of winter with the skeleton trees, brown grass, withered plants. Ack.
No, give me the birds chirping, sun shining, fluffy white clouds, blue skies, flowers in all the hues of the rainbow. Give me the smell of freshly cut grass, overturned earth, swimming pools, and bbq’s.
Maybe something in me is saying I need to migrate South.
But….then I would miss the changing of the seasons.