Spring Has Sprung

Today is another perfect spring day. The forsythia, cherry trees and daffodils are in full, glorious bloom, the sun is shining, there a teensy bit of a breeze. Tuesday was the same way. And wouldn't you know that I have to spend the entire time indoors staring out the window, dreaming of sitting in that emerald green grass under the weeping willows! I could be irresponsible and take a sick day at work. I could. But I won't because I'm little miss dependable. Frustrating as it is, I know that if I were to call in sick that someone else would have to take my place. Animosity among coworkers is not what I need right now. So I guess I can try to have a picnic on my dinner break. To grab my camera and flash a few photos of the beauty that surrounds me. To take a long walk around the neighborhood with my husband and the dog when I get home after dark. I just hope that the weekend is just as nice.

I love sliding all of the doors and windows open and having the spring breeze blow through the house. Spring is such a rebirth of life as the tiny green leaves open up, the leaves of the bulbs burst through the soft earth, the flower buds explode on the trees, the robins and cardinals hop around the lawn in search of that perfect worm for breakfast, and the baby animals...don't even get me started on that subject. I'm a sucker for baby anything and, no, it's not just because I'm pregnant. Those new, fragile lives are so precious.

Spring has to be my favorite season. Then again, I really love autumn with the changing leaves and crisp air. Heck with it, I suppose you can find something beautiful every day if you're willing to look for it.