Spring is arriving for real this week - the trees are green, the grass is green, the birds are chirping, I'm working on a table on my porch in perfect 70 degree weather. It is, in a word, glorious. But also fleeting. And I always say that it's great that we get four seasons, since it makes us appreciate the best ones so much. Maybe I'd never know how much I adore spring if I hadn't just carried water to the frozen barn in 15 degree weather, and cursed the mud gods as our entire property turned to muck.
But you know what - today I am certain that I could live year round in this perfect weather, and still retain my gratitude for it. I'm pretty sure just the memory of frozen feet and filthy dogs would be enough.