Tulips...

make me happy.

Spring photos

Shot using my favorite new iPhone ap. (Though someday I would like to get my hands on one of these.)

Isn't Spring lovely?

I'm beginning to feel Spring

Last night whilst husband was delivering his oral arguments about a hypothetical wrongful termination case, I found myself alone in our apartment. The window was open, and I could hear the muted chirping of birds. It was one of those golden moments where I was able to sit and listen. Listen to the world outside my window. I was able to feel the subtle change in the air, to inhale the scent of fresh, budding foliage and new plant life.

It's hard not to marvel at the beauty of this Earth when you see everything born anew.

So welcome, dear Spring. It's about time you showed up.

Last night

we decided to venture out on another one of our lovely city walks. This time, the plan was to head east, to more residential-ish areas.

All was serene until a bug flew at my head. I thought I heard buzzing and then something hit my head, so I swatted it away with my hand.

About thirty seconds later I smelled something rank. And I looked down at my hair, and then at the hand I used to swat the "bug" away.

And I realized that it wasn't a bug at all...

it was bird poop.
{Hey, buzzing can sound like splatting ok? I promise.}

Me: (stopping abruptly) "Honey, do I have bird poop in my hair?"
Greg: "No... um wait... yes. Yes you have bird poop in your hair. Not so much on the top of your head, just in that one spot in the front."
Me: "Well get it out!"
Greg: "What? What do you mean, get it out? It's bird poop."
Me: "Can't you just swat it out or something?" {I think at this point the noxious fumes of said poop were altering my brain functions. Or something like that.}
Greg: "Honey, it's bird poop. You can't just 'swat it out.'"
We continue walking.
Greg: "Do you want to go home and wash your hair?" {My, my, he knows me well.}

So we circled back by the Jamba juice, got our usual, and then headed home.

And I washed my hair three times. In really hot water.

I hope my hair color can forgive me for that one.

Serenity

As a child, Spring meant the aroma of fresh-cut lilacs in my room, or later, their scent wafting through my open bedroom window from my very own lilac bush that my parents had planted for me. It meant softball games in the mud and the smell of fresh-cut grass. It marked my birthday and the anticipation of summer. It was signified by days made longer by sunlight, and cool, fragrant nights filled with the scent of renewal and life.

In college, Spring meant the end of the dreaded winter semester. It meant walks to campus in a cloud of flowery aroma from all of the perfectly manicured trees and shrubs. It meant driving up 5th with my windows rolled down, drinking a Pomegranate Blueberry Naked juice and singing along to Maps by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs.

And now? Spring means holding hands with the one who I love the most as we explore new parts of the city, as we meander over to Temple Square to take photos with the Holga. It means taking an extra second to pause and enjoy the ephemeral smell of Spring blossoms in bloom. It means all of the things I have already mentioned, and then some. Because I get to experience them all with the one I love the most.

{images found here and here}

things about spring that i find to be quite lovely...

warm(ish) weather

daylight savings time

gregory's birthday

my birthday

lilacs and peonies

... and tulips

easter

easter candy

general conference

BASEBALL

sitting outside watching baseball

watching gregory play soccer

walks and bike rides

flouncy skirts in spring colors

the smell of fresh cut grass

what do you love about spring?

i'm dreaming of spring...

and these.

(image: nectar and light via this is glamorous)