Every year spring is like a life ring to me, it reaches out wraps me in its hold.
I eagerly await the sunshine and blue skies, the warmth so I can sit in my chair.
The smiling faces of the flowers before they wilt and drop their heads and the fruit I can reach.
Spring is rain that promises rainbows and grass that brings the lawnmower to a start.
It's the signs of life in the asparagus patch as each new shoot emerges from it's sleep.
Spring is a time of expectations, hopes and dreams of the summer to come.
I plan of pictures taken of chalk drawings on sidewalks, of lemonade stands,
slumber parties in a tent, and the splish, splash of water from the pool.