Sweet Spring

I think every year I forget how much I love spring until it's actually here. If every month could be like March and April, I'd be as happy as Larry. The craziness of the holidays are behind us, the oppressive heat of the summer is a distant memory, and our local hills are alive with lush green grasses and wildflowers, rather than the ugly, dry kindling of summer and fall.

In addition, there are flowers like this in our backyard...


Easter eggs...


For the first time, t-ball...


And these fellas walking down the street in front of our house...


Summer, please take the scenic route. No need to rush. Spring is welcomed to stay as long as she wants.