That time of year

It's that time of year, when young and old hearts think of love. But here in CNY, what's really exciting is seeing those six-foot tall mountains of snow finaly whittle away. This year, there was so much snow they used dump trucks to haul it out of town. After a few glorious, warm, spring days, the land is green. Not shamrock green, more like tortise shell green-brown. Still, it's a welcome sight after weeks of seeing white. Soon the grass will be speckled blue with crocuses. Such a pretty site. And the air will smell perfumed, instead of rotten leaves.
Robin's are another sure sign it's spring. I saw my first robin yesterday. He moved off the road in the nick of time. But the real sign that spring's here, is all the sports cars on the road. Yesterday, my Mustang came out of hibernation, stored in my Mom's garage for the winter. She laughed at me as I put the plates on. Yeah, I was that excited. On the drive home, I almost put the top down. Maybe next week!
I wish you all love, and a happy Spring!