Visions of Springtime

I love Spring. And no, your eyes did not deceive you, I have included a picture full of snow in my Visions of Springtime collection. These pictures were all taken at my home within the last week. Living in northern states, Springtime often includes one or two late snow storms. I have heard many people say that it is not Spring until after the last snow storm or when it warms to at least 60 degrees. I whole-heartily disagree. When you classify Spring this way, you miss many of the wonderful joys of Spring. I get so excited when I see Spring's first signs--which often appear in March, or a month where snow is in fact repeatedly expected. Specifically, I love to see budding trees, the first sprigs of green grass, the leaves of spring bulbs prying out of the soil, and of course flowers of all kinds. At my previous home, I could tell you that the first flowers to appear were small and white and bloomed on a hill below the medical library. I looked for them every year. In my new home, I was overjoyed to see all kinds of Spring flowers coming up in different places in my yard. It was especially fun to see little yellow and blue flowers come up on the grassy hills. They were certainly unexpected bursts of color in the still brown colored lawn.

While I was an undergraduate at BYU, I was walking home on a beautiful Spring day. The sky was blue and the sun was shining and warm. There was still a Spring coolness in the air, but overall a perfect day. While heading down the hill from the Tanner building, I saw a number of small patches of green grass (more like weedy, crab grass...but grass nonetheless). It was the first green of the season and it brought me such joy that I pick a handful and took it home with me. I wrapped my sprigs of happiness with a rubber band and put it in a cup with water. My roommates had a good laugh at my grass bouquet, but I loved it. It symbolized an end to winter and the beginning of the warmth and life of spring and summer. Even though the temperature dropped again, I knew it would not last and that spring had arrived.