It's nearly March, and as far as the forecast can see it's supposed to be mostly sunny and highs above freezing.
I love spring. I waffle between whether spring or fall is my favorite season. I love the smell of spring, the wet earth, the growing green things. The sounds of the birds returning. The moist air, which makes everything seem warmer than it actually is.
I can't wait for the ice to melt away and make walking the dog less hazardous. And for the mornings to be light enough that we might actually get our butts out of bed in time to do a morning walk before work.
What are your 100 words about spring?