The snow is almost completely melted and it looks like Spring may be well on her way to Michigan. Spring is such a different experience here than from Alabama. Alabama Spring is impulsive and comes in with a bright green dress, bright pink lipstick and lots of loud songs. Every year she would surprise me - just one day, BOOM! there she was in all her glory, green leaves, daisys and all and I loved her - I loved her thunderstorms and her warm genial smiles and I love that almost overnight I could switch over to "summer clothes". Alabama Spring is restless, though and never stays long - summer is not far behind her.

Michigan spring is much more gradual and soft. She is a bit more shy, coming and going couple times till she finally decides to stay, and then - oh then! You can watch her grow and come into her own, watch her overcome winter slowly but definitely and I love her also - I love the promise she brings - winter does not last forever! There is hope! Hope of sun and of flowers and of tomatoes that taste like tomatoes and hope that evil will not triumph and ultimately hope of Heaven - that's what she whispers to me in her gentle winds......hope. Because of her shy and careful ways - Michigan Spring always tricks me. At the first sign of the sun and a rise in temperature - I break out the tank tops and picnic blankets - something I could do with Alabama Spring. I am usually gently rebuffed and I resign myself to a lighter jacket and am satisfied to simply watch her unfold. Never in my life have I appreciated flowers so much. I watch them in awe as they blossom - I am content to spend long periods of time just looking at them - letting them feed my soul with their beauty. (this is a pleasure I am still looking foward to this spring).

So, do your thing Spring - you are welcome, wherever you are.