The very air is heavy with life. Breathing it in sends energy searing to your fingertips.
After a beautiful but loooong winter, buried under (barely miniature) mountain ranges of snow, green growy things are everywhere.
Feast your eyes, people.
This is my indoor peace lily who, after four years of living with me, has decided she is ready to bloom.
These are the snowdrops that came up in my flowerbed before the last snowfall and lived to tell the tale.
Speaking of shamrocks and all things Irish, I HAVE A TICKET TO IRELAND! My un-biological bro, Gideon, and his Irish darling are getting married in July, and I really and truly am going!