Spring has Sprung

It's that time of year again (a truism with no meaning). Driving out of my neighborhood I'm treated to a parade of colors, Magnolias losing their blooms, yellows and pinks and purples everywhere. Tulips color the ground, grass becomes blankets of green. Trees bud, some still in a winter snooze; the sun warms us all, chilly mornings reminiscent of arctic breeze. Birds chirp as squirrels zig-zag. The first bunny of spring hopped across the street as I drove this morning.

There's nothing like a warm, sunshiny day, great classic rock on the radio, people running and walking and tending to their lawns, to help one realize paradise.