Blossoms in an old Purex bottle on my Mom’s windowsill
Spring has Sprung
Usually I’m looking for it. Anxiously waiting. Peering out into the pouring rain, begging for mercy. Vowing to move away from this Godforsaken place once and for all.
Then, after much anticipation, Spring arrives, bringing the promise of the most beautiful weather in the world. Summer in the Pacific Northwest is close to perfect, making every drop of dreaded rain worthwhile.
This year has been different.
Spring snuck up on me. She was early. While the rest of the country suffered wicked weather,we basked in sunshine and uncommonly mild temperatures.
A few weeks ago we were driving to town and BEHOLD, the trees had leaves. WHAT? Simple as that?