spring - it ain't just easter eggs and jelly beans

Growing up in the southernmost east-coast chunk of Georgia (cue banjoes), I experienced only two seasons a year: mind-bendingly hot and humid with mosquitoes, and semi-cool and humid without mosquitoes.  That was about it.  No dramatic shifts in temperature, and definitely never any snow.  I always wondered why people made such a big deal over "springtime" every year.  Besides the whole Easter Bunny thing and a week off school, what was the big whoop?  But now that I’ve had the pleasure of living in a state with four distinct seasons, I totally get it.  I may have been late to the party, but I’m on board now!  And each year I am in awe all over again with the changing of the weather, the foliage, and the effect it has on people.  I am definitely not immune to it: after this last week of 60ish temps here in FoCo, I do believe I've caught spring fever.  My symptoms include:

1.  Cleaning my house from top to bottom (okay, we have company coming… but still)

2.  Seriously considering a visit to the nearest Mystic Tan (gross, right? Yeah well, my legs are see-through)

3.  Drooling over dreamy, sun-and-color-drenched fashion, when my real-life tastes usually veer more towards gloomy neutrals (my wardrobe steadily consists of gray, black, olive and more gray)

As far as fevers go, I guess it's not so bad.  But since there's a pretty slim chance of a spring shopping spree (the only antidote!) in my near future...

dream with me.

  A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period —
When March is scarcely here

--emily dickinson