F is for Flowers
The dull monotone of winter is beginning to fade into spring brightness. The colors are pale and innocent now, but I wait patiently for the green buds to explode into majestic colors. I long for the creamy white petals to pop from the trees. Daffodils are already springing up from their slumber. The sun is growing warmer. I realize how much I missed the feeling of tickling my bare feet in soft grass hairs. The clash of clouds signals an approaching thunderstorm. I can't get enough of the smell of rain, the breeze caressing my cheek. Bunnies frolic across my driveway. I've seen a single bumble bee, and surprisingly, I like him. {I've also seen a spider, but I REALLY don't like him.}
And waking up to the birds' melody brings me warmth and pure joy.