Spring comes quickly in the South. In April azaleas burst into floral fireworks, reminding us just how spectacular the season is. I watch in awe as a veil of green sweeps over the garden. It’s almost too much to bear. I don’t deserve these riches.
In April I’m exhausted, clay stained, pollen dusted, and dizzy with the wonder of it all. As flowers bloom, birds build their nests, lizards sunbathe, and weeds romp, I sometimes just sit and stare. So forgive me if I seem a little punch drunk this month. It’s finally spring.