Spring is my favorite season.
You know how it is near the end of a book, where things just get worse and worse and more dramatic and misunderstandings mount, and then whoosh! You reach the climax. The ring falls into the volcano, Ella enchanted breaks her curse, Captain Hook falls into the jaws of the crocodile….and you can breathe easy again, and leisurely finish the book at your own pace because everything is going to be fine.
That’s how I feel every spring.
The daffodils bloom first, quickly followed by the camellias and the rhododendrons. And then…we still have rainy days and rolling fog, but snippets of sunshine lurk around the corner, and I open my windows and let it in.