Blessings come through the year, at every time and season. Still there's something delicious about spring.
Our spring has been awkward this year, a little like a shambling puppy -- eager to please and not quite certain of its welcome. Yet I doubt there could be a season more lovely.
As we move into high summer, I can't help recalling with delight the days of perfect temperatures, easy breezes, and the fragrant scents of flowers, flowers everywhere, brought to us throughout April and May.
I'm looking forward to the long, lazy afternoons of summer, the crisp days of autumn, and even the Christmas season that brightens the dead of winter. But nothing, nothing is ever quite as beautiful as spring.
Spring, you can come again any day. Never mind what the calendar says.
What is your favorite time of year? Share?