Ode to Spring.

I don't know what it is about spring...it sneaks up on me every year.

It's like the earth breaths a collective sigh of relief, saying "We made it!" after the long winter.

I don't know about y'all, but this particular spring in Houston has been lovely.  The skies have been extra blue, the sun has been shining extra bright, and the grass is extra green.  Not to mention the bluebonnets!

Maybe it's just that I've never taken the time to notice spring.  There's something about experiencing something with a child for the first time that makes you take a second glance.

Henry loves being outside.  He could literally spend all day outside, watching the birds, laughing at the dogs playing in the yard, trying to select the perfect blade of grass to put in his mouth...

So that's it, y'all...I just wanted to share with everyone how much I am enjoying this spring!

I'll leave you with this:

Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)
arranging a window, into which people look
(while people stare arranging and changing placing carefully there a strange thing and a know thing here)
and changing everything carefully.

Spring is like a perhaps hand in a window
(carefully to and fro moving New and Old things,
while people stare carefully moving a perhaps fraction of flower here placing an inch of air there)
and without breaking anything.

--E.E. Cummings.