We've coasted through a mild winter and landed firmly in the grasp of a very warm spring. I know this because the orange road construction cones are in full bloom and all the cars in town have turned yellow from pollen. To add to this brilliant explosion of color, I have begun wearing shorts again. I find that the shocking white of my pale skin offers a nice contrast to the more palatable colors of spring. (Don't worry, the blindness you may experience is only temporary.)
My house now bustles with the familiar sounds of springtime. The steady hum of my son's nebulizer drones on as excited conversations are punctuated with sneezes. Occasionally, one might hear the sound of a buzzing wasp that has somehow flitted it's way inside. This cheerful little buzz is quickly drowned out by the muttered expletives of a mother on a mission to annihilate the aforementioned critter.
Ah, spring! What a glorious time of year!