The Trees are Turning Beautiful (and I am a lucky girl)

Who doesn't love Spring?

Getting Stuff
When I was a little girl, the beginning of Spring was super exciting for me because my birthday is the first day of Spring.  And birthdays to a little girl, of course, mean presents, parties and cake.  And I had some good ones.  One year the most beautiful Wizard of Oz Cake.  In third grade, a Punk Rock Party( Punk dress required). In fifth grade a new bike.  In seventh, a surprise party.  I was a lucky girl.

Getting Away
When I got a little older, every Spring  I kissed the dampness of Ohio in late March and early April goodbye and headed topless (settle down, I'm talking about a convertible, here) to warmer climates.  I celebrated 17 in the Cayman Islands, 18 in Daytona Beach, and 22 in Key West.  Seriously, from the time I was 15 until I was about 23, I went away every Spring Break.  And I guess, only one of those years I was actually in a convertible (Shuler's candy apple red Cavalier), but, nonetheless, I was a lucky girl.

Getting It
Now, I still love spring but I roll my eyes at the notion of parties or presents.  And Vacation?  Maybe next year.  Now, Birthday wishes come on facebook.  Now, Spring is going for a run while the Hub takes the Girl to the Park.  Spring is one Walkabout done and another just beginning.  It's cleaning off the grill and serving up some brats and burgers.  Spring is yard work and cleaning and planting a garden.  Sounds like work, I know.  But. I. Love. Every. Second.  I am a lucky girl.