It's March 25, 2010 and a balmy 56 degrees in the Big Apple. Spring is making its usual ceremonious entrance. I saw my first crocus of the season today. The bravest of flower buds are starting to break ground and birds are already filling the early morning air with their melody.
I have two favorite ways to wake up in the morning, one is to the sound of church bells ringing (preferably in Italy) and second to the sound of a live feathered symphony. I always feel like it's going to be a good day when the birds wake me, even if it's before I'm ready to wake up. It makes me feel alive.
Spring comes in a very close second as my favorite time of year. Second only to Autumn. There's just something about the dry crisp air, the sound of leaves crunching under foot and the colorful trees that I just can't place second. But watching flowers bloom, the rebirth of nature, hearing the birds sing and seeing that reawakened bounce in every one's step, that can't be beat. Spring is the answer to the promise Mother Nature makes to us each Autumn.
So tell me, what's your favorite time of year? Why, what makes it special for you? How does it make you feel? I want to hear from you.
This is:
What Now?... With Paula
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