I love springy, green grass that cushions my toes and makes me feel like I’m walking on soft clouds of fluff.
I love an old pair of jeans, washed to soft perfection.
I love a spring day when the earth smells new. If spring cold be a color, is would be pastel in shade and roll around the air like a wiggly puppy: in and out and all over at the same time.
I love bright pink nail polish and a fresh pedicure. My friend once called this shade Dime Store Whore Pink.
And I love the ability to find a spot in the yard that doesn't have a small pile of duck, dog or rabbit poo.