Monday, April 1, 2013
This little tree--I planted her; she lives in my front garden and I named her Camille--shows exactly what happens to my insides each spring. They bloom a perfect kind of happy. My sweet Camille isn't decked out quite this fancy just yet, but she will be in a few weeks. I call it her prom dress because she blossoms right when all the neighbor girls are heading to their proms.
As for me, I sashay and whirl and skip, probably even prance, because . . . it's spring! Just curious, does spring make you this happy? If not spring, then what is it that makes your insides bob and jig? And it doesn't have to be a season. Maybe for you it's shoes or chocolate or hugs or Mountain Dew. Anyway, what's your thing?