Used to, spring was that season between winter and summer. When things bloomed and the leaves came out all green and fresh after a brown and drab and cold winter. It rained a lot. That was Illinois growing up.
And now, in Texas, what to say about spring. We don't really have a spring. We have summer and "the rest of the year". And those months OTHER people have spring is really unpredictable here. I mean, the forsythia blooms in January. And the predominant trees, the live oaks, lose their leaves in March to instantly become green again. We could be in short sleeves in January (or Christmas for that matter). But, don't become complacent....there could be 80 degrees in February and then in March, you have ice on the windows, ice on the winter lettuce and ice covering your peach blossoms.
So, no matter what, spring is a time of change. We put out nectar for the hummingbirds in anticipation of their coming, watch for the occasional painted bunting, plant our summer garden (tomatoes and peppers after the last last frost date according to the extension service.....or after the pecans leaf out as the oldtimers do). And start looking for a new swim suit at the thrift store, as here, as soon as it is spring, summer is only a day or so behind.
And for me, personally, spring is a time for change. For shedding leaves. But not like the deciduous trees up north. Its more like the live oak trees, shed the old and instantly become green again, the new pushing the old away. Getting new glasses, trimming the hair, exchanging this years school books for next. And sometimes, exchanging old ideas for new ones.
Shall we see what others in our group think about spring?
Andes Cruz: http://
Kathleen Krucoff: http://
marie bell www.pencilfox.com
Kirsten Skiles http://kaskiles.com/
Catherine Witherell http://happydayart.typepad.com
