As I sit here on this pretty Sunday morning I see Spring has well and truly sprung.

The blossoms on the pear trees have fallen and the tree is fully leafed out.  The dogwoods are in full bloom and my azaleas are about to pop.

The breezes have softened and the damp earth smells like new beginnings.

This is the perfect time to start a new project.  Looking out my windows and seeing all the blossoms and green where a few weeks ago it was all brown and forlorn.  For once the blank page beckons and encourages instead of worries.  It calls out to be written, to fill the page with bursts of colorful characters and sounds and scents of conflict and resolution.

Bring on spring