Things I miss

Things have been a little hectic around here, but crazy in a good way. I did manage to have a great, albeit busy birthday yesterday. I am currently waiting to start a lung transplant. I won't complain because this is the longest I have been able to sit in my office in a couple of weeks.

As I am sitting hear ignoring the mountain of paperwork on my desk, I am reminded that it is spring. . . not so much by the weather here, but by a picture on CNN. Spring has always been my favorite season. I love the flowers, the weather, the promise of new beginnings. Back home, spring was easy to spot. The first sign is usually the daffodils poking up their perky little heads, tulips soon follow and then the azaleas and pear trees. The entire world soon becomes coated in a cheery shade of yellow (my mom doesn't so much love that part). The mornings start off with a bite of cold, but one knows that the sun will be shining by early afternoon. All is as it should be.

Dafodils and tulips don't grow here - it doesn't get cold enough for the bulbs in the winter. Azaleas and pear trees can't take the summers. The mangoes bloom, but not overtly lovely and the pollen can't be seen so much as felt. It never got cold, so you can't celebrate the warm quite the same way. Don't get me wrong, I like the winter, but must admit that I kind of miss the spring.


Since I am not sure when I will have time to blog again, belated birthday wishes to my friend Kris, happy birthday to sweet Grace, and early birthday wishes to my friends Beth and Sapna.