Spring is probably my second-favorite season. Well, not probably, it absolutely is. The ranking goes:
I just do not understand people who rank seasons any other way. I guess depending on where you live and what you’re into, spring and winter could be flip-flopped (like, if I lived in Tahoe or Colorado I might be much more into winter because snowboarding). And maybe if you live in the South with God-awful humidity you can get away with not loving summer. BUT FALL IS STUPID. (Still pretty sure I’m the only blogger in history, ever, to think that — or at least admit it.)
Anyway. It’s so easy to be grateful for spring and spring-like things, isn’t it? I don’t even have to try to make this list. Here:
Longer days, warmer nights
Buds and blooms EVERYWHERE (especially when the jasmine starts blooming. it’s literally like breathing in spring)
Planting vegetables (and seeing our tomato plants TAKE OFF like they’re taking steroids. And our lime tree is FINALLY putting out fruit) (that tomato plant is, like, three times taller now and the limes are nearly twice that size. watching stuff grow is so cool)
Finally seeing fresh berries at the store + farmers markets (ALL THE SMOOTHIES)
Good-bye sweaters, hello tank tops + shorts + sandals (let’s get real, though, I wear tanks and sandals almost year-round. but now all the stores have fun spring and summer clothes in their displays and that makes me happy)
Getting excited for all the street fairs and beer fests and outdoor concerts that happen practically daily all summer
The promise that summer is on its way (and again, I recognize I shouldn’t really get all melodramatic about “missing” summer here, because it probably dropped below 50 maybe two or three times over the last few months, but it also has only come close to 90 about four or five times, so…okay, never mind. If you can’t find me I’ll be sunbathing out back…)
In yoga last month (the handful of times I made it to a studio class), the instructors talked a lot about it being a time of transition, and either leading us through sequences designed to “find balance” or to “harness” all the energy, or something (I don’t always pay super close attention, sorry). I love that — and I love noticing and paying attention to it. Spring is all about motion. It’s waking up after a long sleep, shaking off the dust and working out the kinks. Energy is on the upswing. Things get brighter, more open, looser, expansive. There’s a feeling of spontaneity growing — like there’s possibilities everywhere and anything can happen. There are choices, potential, excitement. Things can go in any direction. Fall is about contracting back in, spring is for moving out and up.
What’s your favorite part of spring?