Growing up, Spring was OK, but it wasn't my favorite season. I still wouldn't classify it as my favorite (that title is specially reserved for autumn), but I definitely appreciate it a lot more now that I'm older. For me, Spring is hope. There is something about that first day after a long winter (and let's be honest, winters are just too damn long in NE Ohio). The smell, the feeling. I love that first day that birds wake you up with their beautiful songs. I love the daffodils popping up. Spring is actually the only time of the year that I don't hate working in the gardens (please note I did not say like, because I do not like gardening, at all). There is something about clearing away all the dead debris and seeing little green shoots. Hope.
I love watching the plants bloom and the grass get greener. I love watching the kids getting outside for the first time in a long time and riding their bikes. I love the sun. The sun is what I love the most. After so many grey and gloomy days, the sun gives me renewed energy.
I am beyond thankful that Spring has Sprung already here. It is much needed!!