I grew up in Florida. People will often joke that Florida doesn’t have seasons. Of course Florida has seasons; they just aren’t traditional: hurricane season, tourist season, strawberry season, and citrus season are just a few. Growing up in Florida, I always wondered what the big deal is about spring.
When I moved to Georgia almost ten years ago, I finally discovered spring.
Spring is bliss.
Spring is incandescent.
Spring is buds and flowers and pollen.
Spring is green, verdant and lush.
Spring is hope bursting forth.
Spring is petals floating on the wind.
Spring is bird song greeting the morning.
Spring is bees buzzing.
Spring is world made new.
Spring is the bluest of skies.
Spring is life blossoming.
Spring is love.