the grass is riz.

I'm not a cold weather person anyway, but I am more excited than usual for spring to come. I've never seen my house and property in bloom. I don't know what's going to pop up, what colors will come out. It's sort of like marrying a girl without seeing her in makeup. Of course, since I never wear makeup, maybe I should come up with a better analogy.

I can't wait for spring. Neither could this tree, which sits by my front porch.