In my old stomping grounds right now, the crocuses are probably up and daffodils are showing their heads in odd places all over lawns. People like me are probably outside with the kitchen scissors, cutting some forsythia branches to bring inside and ‘force’. And they will bloom – is there anything more exhilarating than a large vase with a dozen long forsythia branches, graceful, reaching and pointing to every corner of the house? I miss that.
But after 17 years in Florida, I’ve learned to appreciate our own Spring – there are flowering shrubs and lilies of all kinds. A brief rain turns the world green overnight. It’s quite remarkable. And the sweetest sign of spring – snowbirds head home and we can go out to eat again!