I love fall best, with the crisp air, back-to-school feeling, jackets, and boots. I am a sucker for winter. Not some wimpy excuse for winter like what we just had here in NY, but real winter, with turtleneck sweaters, fires in the fireplace, sledding, and feeling cozy inside. I adore the summer sun, getting a tan (I know, I know), wearing very little clothing, and frozen drinks with plenty of alcohol in them. Spring? Eh, I guess it's OK, but really. The weather. Is it hot? Is it cold? I'm always dressed wrong and uncomfortable. And there's supposed to be some sort of lightness, happiness, love, whatever, in the air, but all I can think of is that I haven't pulled together all the invoices and receipts for tax accountant yet and... Well, anyway, it took me a while to realize what, if anything, I loved about the season.
Tulips make my heart happy. The more the better:
And the smell of lilac transports me straight to heaven:
As does the aroma of hyacinth:
But the flower that means spring most to me is the cherry blossom:
In addition to flowers, spring means Easter, which is the one holiday that Ted and I have kept for ourselves. We celebrate just the four of us, go to services at the church where I was baptized, where we were married, where both of our children were baptized, and where they have an awesome Easter Egg Hunt in the gardens behind the church after Mass:
I dress the boys in pink and we all go out to Easter Brunch afterwards. It's nice. So here's a thank you to Brynn for getting me in the mood for spring! I feel better already! I'll worry about all that tax stuff tomorrow ;)
Also, go check out all the other, much better color posts by all the lovely ladies who link up to Brynn's Color Collective. You will be impressed, I promise. Those gals know what they're doing, as opposed to the circus that's going on over here.