Spring in Austin has always been a sweet time.

I've now lived in Austin as long as I lived in Del Rio. I still miss what will always be my hometown but each Spring I have spent in Austin has made me felt like this is where I want to be. The first hint of the sweet scent from the Mountain Laurel makes me happy. I can remember being in a dorm room when I first smelled it. I thought it was the suite mate's shampoo or something. I once made the mistake of clipping the flower and putting it in my bedroom to make everything smell like Spring. I fell asleep for hours, unable to wake up. I would pick up my head and feel so extremely and severely drowsy that I just couldn't open my eyes and wake up. I finally woke up to my Grandparents knocking at my door, hard and loud. My Grandmother told me of Mountain Laurel's narcotic effects and how dangerous they were. She was right! Sixteen years later I finally looked up the facts. At the time I asked her where she found that out and she said her Grandmother had warned her. I figured my Great-Great Grandmother knew what she was talking about, she was Native American and I had grown up hearing her wise quips through my Grandmother. My Grandmother still quotes her to this day. It's always something I never heard before too. To be my age with two Grandmothers, both spry and with it and one who can remember everything her own Grandmother ever told her...I'm truly blessed and forever thankful for them.

Springs at our house are our future good ole days. The way the kitchen window lets light in on a Sunday morning. The way things look and feel with the screen door open. The view of the yard from the bedroom window with one of the kitties sitting and purring close. I am most thankful for such a cute and easygoing Sweetie who makes anything and everything poetic and memorable by just being present. Spring and Bill are alike that way.

I love Spring!