There is something about seeing daffodils blooming that lifts me out of whatever winter funk I have been in.
Their cheery yellow faces tell me that yes, there may be cool weather ahead (after all it isn't officially spring yet), but we will not go back to those dark days of January and February.
There is a spring in my step as I am finding new blossoms every day.
They are literally bursting out everywhere.
What could be better than looking up at a spring sky through a tree bursting with pink blossoms.
Even Sammy, the usually shy neighborhood feral cat, came out to tell me how glad he is that spring is here.
Yep, I've definitely got it bad. I'm calling this new way of life spring-ing.