Often Spring seems to vanish as quickly as it arrives, just a brief interlude between the cold grayness of winter and the sticky heat of summer. Never mind that the calendar says it lasts for three months -- it sometimes seems that two weeks is all you get.
This year, for the first time in a couple of years, we're getting a genuine spring, temperatures usually going from the 40s to the upper 60s or low 70s. It's been going on for a while now, and the forecast calls for it to continue in the near future. It's been great walking to work, the crispness of the morning keeping me from dripping with sweat, and the bright blue sky jolting my mood upward and away from work even as I approach the office.
The cherry blossoms are gone, but it seems like everything else is in bloom. In front of our house the azalea has gone crazy, the jasmine is in season, and poppies are starting to appear. But the real story is the daisies -- two years ago we planted some in our little patch, and they've spread all over the place, giving us a mini-field of sunshine.
Kathy thinks they're out of control, and she's right. For next year I'll pull some of them up before there's nothing left except daisies. Right now, however, I don't care -- just seeing them bobbing gently in the wind en masse keeps me buoyant.