We're often asked what our favorites season is. It's sometimes difficult for me to say, though I can always tell you that I hate summer. The heat and I do not get along and it's just miserable. I like winter, so long as it doesn't overstay it's welcome, and I love fall, maybe because of the relief from summer, though I love the colors and the holidays.
But this time of year? I'll tell you that I love spring best. I could talk about renewal and rebirth, the resurrection of life, so on and so forth, but really it's about the garden. This is when all my favorite flowers start wake up and bloom, all those bulb plants and perennials that make me happy. Mine aren't blooming quite yet. It was a rough winter and they've had a late start. By Easter weekend, they should be.
We have daffodils galore. This isn't my garden, but mine grow like this, in a naturalized way, allowed to spread as they please: