The smell of freshly cut grass wafting through my open car window.
Apple blossoms. Because what says springtime like an orchard full of those fluffy, pinky-white trees?
Tulips. Orange, pink, red, purple. Trumped, fluted, parrot, doubles. All varieties, shapes, colors of tulips.
Leaves on trees. I know, sounds silly, but I'm ready for dappled shade on the lawn, on my head, falling across streets.
The first hot day. Not warm. I want heat...and someday soon the heat will burst forth like a bubble waiting to be popped. I know it won't last, and will recede back south for a while leaving us with our 60-70 degree days. But that first hot day is a taste of summer that makes everyone smile a bit wider, eat more ice cream, and slow down some.
I think that's it. So if mother nature could cooperate and push the jet stream a bit north where it belongs, I would be much obliged. Please and thanks.
