March

"There was a huge silver maple near my dormitory with big palmate leaves. In March you could look up through the branches and see puzzle pieces of blue sky. Then day by day the bright green leaves opened like fingers, until the canopy had filled in, like carpet in the sky."
-Traveling Mercies, by Anne Lamott

It is now well into March, and I can barely contain my excitement as I await that first smell of spring. The smell of anticipation, of things growing in the garden, of long walks, grilling out, and all the good things that spring and summer bring.