I took a small break from work today to sit on the front porch in the 86 degrees wonderfulness. Spring is coming to Texas. The fresh smell of mulch (perhaps cedar) propelled a sweetness into the air as I peered over the porch railing to check on the flower beds Steven and I have been busy preparing. Our new Blaze of Glory climbing rose has rooted in, and I can't wait to see its tangerine orange blooms twisting around the rails.
The buds on the Bradford pear are gray and fuzzy and preparing themselves to fully emerge into white blossoms, and the hyacinth peeks its head tentatively through the leaves.
It's going to be a beautiful spring, I can feel it.