I love Spring, just love it. I look forward to it all year long and mourn when it's over. I love the azaleas and the dogwoods, the tulips and daffodils, and crabapple and cherry trees. I take thousands of pictures, trying all the time to be very artistic but I don't really care. I just want to drink it in and soak it up and live in it and be able to bring it back whenever I need it. I want to feel the sun gently warming me and the breeze gently kissing my skin. I want to get in a hammock and just be. And to lie there and delight in the season and its' beauty. And those days are treasures but much fewer than I ever remember.
