I never used to understand spring. I certainly thought it was nice and relished in those first warm days after a long winter, but I never understood the people who proclaimed it their favorite season. I don't know if it's come with age or the fact that I now have my own outside space to tend to and do all of the exciting "spring things" with, but this year I can say without a question, I get it. Spring holds promise and energy and beauty. Spring holds life. And what a wonderful life it is.