I can feel it. Spring is here. Or officially tomorrow, on the 20th, it will be here.
Ice cubes back in drinks
Ceiling fans on
Shorts and tee shirts
Longer days
Spring equinox. 12 hours of day. 12 hours of night.
Long walks
Days at the park
Breezes flowing through open windows
Sundresses
I'm a little sad winter is over.
No more cold feet
No more hot tea
No more warm sweaters
No more down comforters
Summer will be fun. Each one that the kids get older are more and more fun.
Spring is a sweet season.
Flowers
Kites
Rain
Sun
Fleeting thoughts from a tired blogger who is sad to pack away winter.
Ice cubes back in drinks
Ceiling fans on
Shorts and tee shirts
Longer days
Spring equinox. 12 hours of day. 12 hours of night.
Long walks
Days at the park
Breezes flowing through open windows
Sundresses
I'm a little sad winter is over.
No more cold feet
No more hot tea
No more warm sweaters
No more down comforters
Summer will be fun. Each one that the kids get older are more and more fun.
Spring is a sweet season.
Flowers
Kites
Rain
Sun
Fleeting thoughts from a tired blogger who is sad to pack away winter.
1 comment:
So poetic and true, although I can't say I'm too sad that winter has passed yet again. I love the spring!! Today is clean out the closet day at my house and I hate doing this!!! Maybe it would be nice for winter to stick around....
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