of Spring being late to her own party
Spring is white wine and scratchy grass picnics.
Spring is jam jars playing house on the pantry shelf.
Spring is an odd ramshackle bird in the middle of the city.
Spring is the sassafras forest scent I want to bottle up and sniff on dead winter days.
And much like her sister seasons, Spring is simply too much coffee.
Is Spring lingering where you are?
Spring is booming thunder waking me in the night.
That actually sounds really delightful…we have mild but persistant showers here, and I miss monsoon-style downpours!
Funny that you should post this today…it’s chilly here today (the midwest) and it feels more like spring than summer!
Thanks for commiserating with me! It made me feel better. (:
Spring in Los Angeles meant NO SMOG for at least a few weeks at a time — beautiful crystal clear skies, and actual views in the distance. Spring in my new home of San Francisco, however, means FOG =)
I love watching the changing of the seasons nonetheless. Lovely photographs!
I have lived in both of those cities and it’s a toss-up only for about two seconds — San Fran rules!
Nice post…great photos..It is full summer here!
Enjoy, enjoy. (: