This time of year- the transition between winter and spring- the age of 60 degrees and sunny- is my favorite. I feel as if I’m waking up with the rest of the world. Colors begin to emerge around me, the birds are singing again, and oh the blue sky.
I don’t mind mud. I like mud. Mud is wonderful in all of its own ways. Seeing mud in semi-warm weather makes me break out into a wide smile and bright eyes.
Who cares if the skeleton of the world is still showing when the world is waking up?