My favorite time of year is definitely Winter. I love sweater weather, rainy days, hot coffee, and all the holidays that go along with the cooler months of the year. But I have to admit, there is something magical about Spring. To see the riot of color in the faces of the opening flowers and even the smell of damp earth waiting to be planted. Every year there comes a day when suddenly I feel the garden tugging at me to come outside and restore the neglected flower beds and hanging baskets. My wonderful hubby bought me a Meyer Lemon tree and planted it for me last week. It has tons of buds that will become lemons soon and I can't wait to go outside and "harvest" them :) We purchased pansies and daisies and azaleas and roses and big bags of potting soil. My little grandson David is stopping by later and he can help me plant my Sunflower seeds and Sweet Pea seeds too!
(After last years attack of the mutant tomato plant that took over the entire backyard, I'm going to stick with flowers and buy my veggies at the grocery store like normal people do) I can hardly wait to put on my gardening gloves and get dirty!