it will come

I get pretty giddy as the sun comes out and it gets even a little bit warmer. My tulips are popping out of the ground, and my forsythia's budding, letting me know that spring will, in fact, come. Soon it will be my favorite week or two, when our street is up one side and down the other will all sorts of blooming trees and bushes, the air fragrant with one thing or another with each few steps. Just typing that brings a smile. Aidan and I will stroll, and we'll stop to smell everything. I think we'll have a scavenger hunt. Yum.