This morning as I said goodbye to my kids at the front door, the sky was a clear, bright blue and the sun was shining. And though the temperatures are still not quite warm, without a doubt, it was obvious Spring is in the air. I said aloud to my kids, "Just look at that sky. That is certainly a March 1st kind of sky."
(I see these mountains all day, every day from my kitchen window. I love them.)
This morning I went on a late morning walk by myself, I had to remove my sweatshirt mid-way, it is a pleasant contrast to the layers my friend, Lori and I have had to wear while exercising for the last couple of months. I continued to enjoy the clear blue sky, this time focusing on the stark white contrast of snowy mountain peaks (remember I'm trying to capture the beauties more). I felt sheer exhilaration as I anticipated the sunny days of Spring. I can't wait to see bulbs poking through the dirt, rows of vegetables planted neatly in a row, my Flowering Plum shrubs with their delicate pink blooms, and my Flowering Pear tree with it's stunning white blossoms.
As I began to think, 'Spring is my favorite', I realized that wouldn't be accurate.
I love every month and every season.
I love March. I love that no matter the temperatures, simply because my calendar is turned to March, I know Spring is almost here.
I love April. I love the bulbs that have finally bloomed. I love Easter. I love light in the evenings. I love my anniversary. I love spring showers.
I love May. I love the anticipation of school ending soon. I love planting a garden. I love planting flowers in my pots. I love seeing the proof that my perennials survived another dreary winter.
I love June. I love the last day of school. I love the newness of lazy summer days. I love celebrating the Summer Solstice. I love the snow that is all of a sudden gone from the mountain tops.
I love July. I love Independence Day. I love pioneer heritage celebrations. I love barbeques. I love neighbors outside talking on warm evenings. I love my flower garden in full bloom.
I love August. I love the anticipation of school starting again. I love knowing lazy summer days will end. I love buying school supplies. I love fresh produce from my vegetable garden.
I love September. I love the newness and re-commitment a new school year brings. I love the cooler temperatures that are welcomed after a hot summer. I love evening walks. I love family bike rides.
I love October. I love my birthday. I love the fall colors. I love pumpkins decorating front porches. I love the end of having to care for a vegetable garden. I love my Black-Eyed Susans that out-bloom every other flower in the garden.
I love November. I love Thanksgiving. I love the time change that brings dark evenings. I love the excitement of Christmas that is in the air. I love the putting away of outside things in anticipation of winter.
I love December. I love the snowstorms when I have nowhere to go. I love the smell of my Christmas tree. I love seeing well-done Christmas lights. I love turning lights on in the early evening.
I love January. I love feeling cozy at home on hazy, smoggy days. I love the feeling of newness a new year offers. That's about all I love about January.
I love February. I love that spring is right around the corner. I love the odd day of mild temperatures. I love there are only 28 (sometimes 29) days in the month.
And now we are back to March.
I love and appreciate it all.
Of course I favor some more than others.
But you will RARELY hear me complain about the weather, the temperatures (unless it is hotter than 95 degrees), or the seasons.
I love all twelve months and all four seasons.
Unlike my BFF...