I love spring. I would be hard pressed to say which I like better, spring or summer, but I definitely love the spring. I love the way a whole line of bradford pears look when they are in bloom (in spite of the smell). I love a whole bunch of daffodils grouped together. I love the smell of fresh cut grass and the hum of someone's lawn mower in the distance. I spent the afternoon cutting the kids' hair on the front porch and drinking the sunshine. Hmmm...
My sister's always been the bigger Indigo Girls fan, but the song that ran through my head all day was theirs:
And there's something 'bout the Southland in the springtime
Where the waters flow with confidence and reason
Though I miss her when I'm gone it won't ever be too long
Till I'm home again to spend my favorite season. . .
There's no place like home and none more pleasin'
Than the Southland in the springtime
I like the line:
When God made me born a Yankee he was teasin'
yeah, it's a great line. I just left it out, 'cause. . .well, God didn't make me born a yankee.
Posted by: willa at Marzo 22, 2005 09:41 PM