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Spring has arrived—late! Here it is May and we have already had a snowstorm that dumped 5 inches as far south as Arkansas.
But the heat is coming and it is time to finally think Spring. That’s right—picture Spring!
It’s time to send all that snow back to the Arctic and picture spring! Source:US Postal Service
Everyone has their own picture of when spring starts for them. For so many of us, it’s that first trip to the nursery when we drool over the bedding plants. Images of perfect gardens dance in our head with lush flowers nodding in the sunlight. I linger over the tomato plants, dreaming of the taste of fresh picked tomatoes, still slightly warm from the afternoon sun. I wander down the nursery aisles and breathe in the smell of springtime.
Breath deep, it smells like spring and the beginning of our gardens. Source: Osuna Nursery, Albuquerque, NM.
Of course, for my husband, spring has a different smell − the leather of a baseball glove and the aroma of hot dogs. He likes his park with a baseball diamond, not flowers. All around the nation, we gather by the thousands to watch the timeless ritual. Baseball, buddies and, oh yes, a cold beer—it is springtime. Forget the endless rounds of hockey and basketball; the boys of summer are back.
The proud Albuquerque Isotopes baseball park. Will the game be rained out?
Close your eyes and think of spring. What do you picture? Share your pictures and springtime dreams with us.