And now you’ve seen all those pretty things, go outside and use the rest of your senses. Isn’t it amazing how much you forget about spring? I forgot the way grass smells. I forgot that I can hear the church bells from my office when the window is open. I forgot the way a stuffy house feels when you get home and it’s warmer outside than inside.Â This is why I like living someplace where there are seasons. The remembering.
And a note: if you know me outside of this blog but I don’t know that you read it, please know: that’s okay. I continue to be slightly startled that anyone at all wants to read what I have to write. For you to be here is a favor and an honor.