Psst . . . there’s something I think you should know: it’s spring.
Spring, my friends!
In honor of the occasion, I had grandiose plans–plans to meander about, camera in hand, and capture all the glorious signs of spring. Yeah, I’m not sure what I was thinking either. I do, after all, live in Idaho–where bare branches rest against a backdrop of blue sky; where temps rise to 50 degrees F and people start breaking out the shorts and sandals with socks. It’s not pretty, but it’s spring.
Oh well, at least I know these are on the way . . .
I’ve seen the evidence with my own eyes. Sure, at present they’re little more than splashes of green upon a canvas of dusty brown, but their reservation has been secured.
Let’s celebrate, shall we? Let’s drink libations accessorized with brightly colored umbrellas; let’s dream up our Spring wardrobe; let’s imagine enlivening our home with fresh flowers; let’s plan to meet for a picnic a few months from today. Because just like the flowers of my garden, they may not be visible now, but they most assuredly are on the way!