Last week, March 11, was my oldest son, Josh's, 27th birthday. That was the first day I noticed that the neighbor's willow tree was taking on the slightest of green hues along it's branches. When I left work that day, I saw a few daffodils in bloom.
Yesterday, St. Patrick's Day, was my youngest son, David's, 25th birthday. Forsythia are blooming now, some sparsely and some much more profusely, depending on the exposures in their own little corner of the world.
I just had to make note of it... Spring is my favorite season! The hope of renewal, blooms bursting out to rival a wedding bouquet. Spring is indeed springing, and it's not even official until March 20th. Thank heaven the long cold winter is finally over!
