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Spring has Sprung! (yes I said it)




Oh my goodness, spring is FINALLY here!!!

I promise myself every year that my mood won't rely a good deal more than it should on the season. But every time the cherry blossoms come out and the jackets come off my spirit lifts immeasurably. And I know I'm not only one.

People start to smile more, seem to become more at peace with themselves and the world. Everything just seems to slow down and become that little bit more relaxed.

I love being outside when it's warm, with the sunshine dancing and the smell of spring wafting through the air. When work is over and nobody rushes home because the sun is still shining and the day isn't over. When long summer nights are spent with friends, rather than spending short winter nights curled up at home under a blanket.

Not to mention the dresses (oh, the dresses!), iced tea from cute cafes, reading books under trees, road trips,flowers, fresh fruit, festivals, bare feet, holidays and picnics.

Ahh Spring, I'm so glad you have arrived!

Comments

Rebekka Seale said…
I love your "dream" from your profile.

It's a very good dream :)

xx
Rebekka
Marie said…
It was fun reading this post, you sound so excited and happy!:D

I am your newest follower!:D

***** Marie *****
allthingsmarie.com
Gracie said…
Yes yes yes! I love spring :) This weather is definitely one of the best times. I look forward to the beach, picnics, BBQ's, outdoor reading. Fun!
kara lynn said…
yes yes this is what i miss when the weather cools down in the fall--the re-birthing of the earth and the warmth it brings...enjoy the cherry blossoms! really!

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