I could blather on about how much I love spring, and all the things I plan to do, but I'm actually kind of partial of all the seasons in their own way. I like spring, but not more than I like winter or fall. I even like summer, for about two weeks before I'm tired of being hot.
Spring is special, absolutely. Everything starts to grow again, and I can hear birds, and the light is yellow which--other than making it impossible for me to sleep for the first two weeks--I really appreciate. Sunlight in winter is too white, it doesn't feel like sunlight. I can't find it anymore, but I read something once about this being because of our angle to the sun, and the wave-lengths of light that gets through the atmosphere.
It's still early spring, so it's a pale yellow, but in another week or two the cherry blossoms will be out, and the trees out behind my house will be a cacophony of bird noise, and the squirrels will re-discover their favorite pastime (i.e. torturing my cat through the screen door).
And I feel like looking at pretty things, so I'm going to put a gallery down below with some of my favorite spring pictures. Hopefully it's more entertaining than making you all look at vacation pics.