The season

Spring, you are my favorite. Mornings that begin at 38 degrees, afternoons that top out at 65. Lush, lush green everywhere you look. Every day is better than the last, what with growing amounts of sunlight and explosions of flowers, overflowing their planting beds. The air is thick with pollen and promise.

Spring, you could be described as a temptress. The instant J finishes breakfast she begs to go outside to be enveloped by you, to commune with you. 'Can I go without shoes, Momma?' she begs. There are few things more appealing to her than your soft grasses and warm pavement underfoot.

Even my favorite childrens' books tout your charms:

"Spring Spring Spring!" sang the robin. It was Spring. The leaves burst out. The flowers burst out. And robins burst out of their eggs. It was Spring.

Jemima Puddle-duck* became quite desperate. She determined to make a nest right away from the farm. She set off on a fine spring afternoon along the cart-road that leads over the hill. She was wearing a shawl and a poke bonnet.
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And I am tempted by your charms as well. The season has already found me practicing yoga on the patio, weeding feverishly between the stones of our walk, and planting peas and lettuces. I dream of new perennials to be acquired, and meals to be enjoyed al fresco. I schlep houseplants out during the day and back in at night so they, too, can get some fresh air. Your days offer none of the sinking feeling of fall, when the bright sunshine and blue skies are a precursor to weeks of unrelenting cold and colorless landscapes.

I am aware that I opine frequently about this season, but isn't my affection warranted?

*On an unrelated note, I adore the language in Beatrix Potter stories (though it is depressing how it highlights that we have dumbed-down our current childrens' books to an abysmal extent). Where else will you read the word 'perambulator'? Where else do your kids hear of one character describing another as being 'superfluous'? And ah, the subtleties: 'Jemima Puddle-duck was a simpleton: not even the mention of sage and onions made her suspicious.' LOVE it.