Spring

I forgot about this season. I used to chew on the stems of a certain flower outside right around this time. I wrote flower so it sounds better, not really sure what they were. They were sour, smelled like grass but that was probably because I was barely a couple of feet above the grass at the time. I wonder how many calories they were. I didn’t care about calories back then, the smell just clued me into Easter coming. A loud house at Easter meant good food.

Spring is summer perfected. The only reason I would show any sort of excitement for Spring to be over is that it ushered in the end of school. Spring has sprung and I hope it stays. – A.C