I'll rectify that now, with my very seasonal little piece.
I am more appreciative of spring this year than I often am.
Partly because our winter was (and I can see you northerners rolling your eyes and guffawing here) particularly wet, cold and gray.
And also because this spring itself is exceptionally beautiful -- with cool mornings and evenings, and more bluebonnets than I've ever seen.
But also, at the most fundamental level, because we're sort of in thick over here in terms of human drama and struggle. And we are positively hungry for spring (with all its complementary natural and pagan metaphors and literalisms about fresh starts and rebirth and growth and possibility.)
You may be, too.
There's certainly plenty to go around...
sixteen different greens
in this one view of our street
and each one breathing