There is something about spring that always makes me smile.
I love waking up early and feeling the "Spring" air. There is something about it. I am suddenly transported back to my childhood and walking to the bus stop on my way to Douglass Elementary school in Boulder, Colorado.
It was the time of year you could stop wearing the big winter coat, and the clompy boots. I didn't have to wear tights with my dress anymore and I could put shorts on underneath....( A key necessity for playing on the monkey bars!) The grass started to turn green. Flowers were starting to poke through the cold, hard ground.
The birds were all around and different chirps serenaded me down the dirt road, over the bridge by the ditch and off to the bus stop in front of the Batstone's corral. The sun felt different. The air smelled different.
Perhaps it was the fact that Easter was around the corner. There were a couple of things I remember about easter. My mom would drag out the Easter baskets out of the attic. They would have the same plastie eggs in them with the same grass. (sometimes the same black jelly beans in from the last year, if you were not careful!) A new chocolate bunny, refilled eggs, a coloring book, crayons and underwear and socks. I am not sure when the Easter Bunny became obsessed with my need for new underwear, but I suppose my mother's worries of me having on clean underwear in case I was in a car accident spurred that on...... Anywho, that was the contents of the Easter Basket. The dreadful part was still to come. My mother, would go out and get me a frilly, fluffy dress with a matching white purse and white gloves.