There’s a reason to love every season but I like springtime best.
Quite simply because my birthday is in the middle of February.
So all month long I feel special and have a sheepish grin playing in my head.
And come the day, I love the greetings that come my way, by phone or post or any which way.
I love my moment in the sun when I feel cherished and appreciated by everyone.
In winter I can wear warm clothes, my cardigans and woollen stoles, but I love springtime best.
It’s not yet time for sandal time with open toes and sand beneath your feet. Nor can I wear my calf length pants and wade through muddy puddles.
Mbut springtime I can still wear silk and drape a chiffon scarf or wear a Kanjeevaram sari still because it still is Spring!
I love the slightly warmer days where you can still enjoy a cup of hot steaming tea or sips of soup with buttered toast.
The air is clear and crisp and clean with trees sprouting fresh tips of green or purple pink to slowly grow
Into a shady canopy for summer time that’s not too far away.
Spring time with its clearer skies and chirping birds and trees breaking out into fresh foliage – pink tips and leafy green to provide a shady canopy in summertime that’s not too far away.
My flower beds a riot of colour as petunias flower in the Spring as do the Phlox , Delphiniums and Ladies Lace
The markets filled with strawberries, grapes and honey dew melon – dripping with the sweetness of Spring.
I like Spring time best.
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I’m linking this with #FridayReflections hosted by Sanch and WriteTribe
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