You know all the cold I was complaining about? Gone. It was in the 70's for the last three days and made it to 80 today! The Spring that dragged its feet for so long just jumped right in. And suddenly people are out in shorts, soaking up the sun. Even the birds take a moment to bask.
My flowers like it, too. The candytuft that first made a tentative showing in February is now threatening to take over the world. I have probably a dozen patches of varying sizes and love the hardy stuff.
And the vinca has so many flowers that little escapees are creeping into the grass. I've spent some time each afternoon clearing out dead leaves and uprooting dandelions, wild onions and misplaced lilies of the valley.
I'm even happy to see the sweet wild violets that litter the lawn. I'm partial to weeds that are dressed in shades of purple. When I was working this afternoon I had bees buzzing companionably by my head and I found myself humming along with them as I worked.
I was so reluctant to come in that it was only after the church bells chimed eight times and the sun set the trees behind my house aglow that I put down my trowel and came back inside. Where every last window is wide open. Prodigal spring, you're more than welcome home.