Okay, I know it's not officially spring, and today is pouring, pouring rain, but still, I finally buckled down brought some colour into my house. Yes, the Christmas lights are still up and haven't been taken down (who can find the time when the rain never ends...) but I'm saving that for another day.
Spring is my most favorite season of all. Despite the rain, I love the green and the freshness after a dull and dreary winter. I love the blossoming of new flowers and buds. I love the warmth of the sun teasing of summer. And, of course, my birthday just happens to fall within the season, making it that much more special.
At the start of spring, I begin to pay attention during my walks to the new life beginning all around... the snowdrops and the crocuses. Funny story, when we were first married I remember pointing out the first crocuses to my new husband and he make such fun of me, for what kind of name is "crocus"? I finally convinced him I didn't make it up and now he can spot the first flowers with no problem. I recently found out that my mom used to venture out with my beloved late grandma at the first signs of spring and watch for the buds and blossoms peeking out of the ground. I guess I inherited that love from her! I love the blooming of tulips and daffodils but the flower I love the most is the hyacinth. Since it blooms right around the time of my birthday, it became the flower that I filled my room/house with. The scent is just heavenly (unless, like my husband, you suffer from terrible allergies at the sight of a hyacinth). And the colors are just so pretty and springlike! Mine haven't flowered yet, but the daffodils have made an appearance and their cheery faces bring joy every time I drive up to the house.