Spring?

You've got to be kidding - here it is the first day of Spring, and I look out the window expecting to see flowers and hear birds singing. But what do I see? Snow!!! For crying out Pete!

Not that I'm complaining, but really. Shouldn't we be seeing crocus and daffodils and robins? Spring in the northeast is short at best. Once it starts you better pay attention or you will slide right into summer and miss it completely. Now Illinois does spring wonderfully.

The first year I was there I couldn't get over how glorious the flowering shrubs and bushes were, what a riotous kaleidoscope of color abounded as far as the eye could see. Every imaginable hue, variety, species of delicate petal greeted your eye. I loved to just stand outside at lunchtime and drink it all in.

Like a good New Englander, I expected the whole phenomenon to disappear in the usual less than a week timeframe. Imagine my delight when it lasted well nigh a month! And the birdsong that accompanied the season was rich and plenteous. I never appreciated spring so much until I tasted a true Midwest spring.

You should try it. Just make sure you take your Benadryl!