Some people tend to view Spring as a new beginning, but it may never be the season to make it to my most favorite. Sorry, but it is just a fact I deal with. I do look forward to spending time in my flower beds, not minding the work at all, but we have shale and clay in the soil here, and it seems to take forever for things to dry out enough to mow the lawn, so you can’t see the flower beds any way.
Spring Paintings cause me to think of cold and wet. Have I mentioned I live in Central New York? The coldness of winter is drier, so I don’t mind that so much, and I really do love the rain, just not the combination of both.
I tend to think of it more as “mud season”
For some reason, children get out to play. I can remember doing the same, but can’t think why. Maybe that’s what make us age. This last spring flew by while I was working right here on this web site.