Spring is coming.
I can feel it in the warmth of sunshine in spite of the chill that lingers.
I can hear it in the spring peepers that began serenading us a week ago.
I can almost smell it as the ground thaws and the scent of earthiness begins to wake.
I can see it in the flocks of robins.
I can taste it in the ripe, red strawberries that turn vanilla ice cream into a gourmet dessert.
Soon we’ll be able to throw the windows wide open. To wake in the morning to the sound of birds singing. To feel warm spring rains. To shed the layers and layers of winter wraps.
Of all the things that Spring brings, my very favorite is pink tulips.