Spring in Colorado is so very different. Last year, in the depths of a crushing drought, spring showers never quite materialized over the mountain ranges. The green flowery flushes stayed dormant, preserved for a more hopeful year.
I woke up to the steady beat of rain against the windows this morning. Like a kid with a snow day, i was too excited to fall back to sleep. Around home, the crocuses are in full bloom and there are some very fat forsythia buds to be found. I love this time of year when everyone becomes a gardener, checking the ground and trees for shoots and signs that spring has returned.