spring

I'm demoting fall as my favorite season. When I lived in California I really thought fall was my favorite. I fantasized about the crispness in the air, the leaves changing colors, the changing of the light. In my fantasy I failed to remember that after fall comes winter. And we had a long winter with a lot of snow. The winter was really hard and I found myself blaming fall for not providing a more clear warning of the misery to come.

Spring took it's sweet time to arrive this year. It's the last week of April and there's finally (finally!) buds on the trees, flowers blooming and grass growing. I've been on "green patrol" for weeks - anxiously monitoring all of the trees in my neighborhood for that green glow they get just before they sprout buds. I am so glad spring is here. Everything feels clean and new. The sun shines brightly (well, maybe not this week - rain is forecasted every day). All feels right in the world.

Sorry fall. I regret to inform you have been demoted to my second favorite season. Please see the following as my reasoning:





** A goose isn't necessarily a sign of spring. I just wanted to show off my zoomy-zoom telephoto lens. I am the paparazzi of the geese!!