Spring Has Come

I used to hate spring time. It's always muddy and windy and you spend most days waiting for a good-weather day, surprised when it actually comes. I like it now. Probably partly because I have kids and by the end of winter, I'm ready to do something besides chase after their messes in the house. WE don't have to put on nineteen hundred outdoor clothing to go places, and I don't have to warm up the car.
Partly I like it because it just feels like everything's starting new. All of the darkness of winter has passed. We're getting ready for the time of year when we can do things as a family without any planning or effort.
And, my flowers are blooming. When we came home from the hospital after having Grace, Daniel's aunt had left us a nice pot of flowers, all in bloom. In the dead of winter. They were so pretty. We saved the bulbs and planted them the next year. The evil squirrels dug most of them up, but last year, lo and behold, an iris and two little daffodils popped up! This year, there are even more of them. It brings joy to remember how the cloudy days can pass and new life always returns.
I suppose I'll have to dig those up when we move. I couldn't leave them behind.

I was planning to use this post to just say that I haven't written much because I've been busy with warm weather and house projects. And it's true. It's because spring is here. Time to clean up the messes, scrub the carpet, and organize.
And, tonight, my friend from college is coming! She's been in England for three years and I've missed her so much. So. I'll be busy until further notice.