Ah, Spring! Such a welcome season. Is there anyone who doesn't feel their pulse quicken with the light breezes spreading the scent of jasmine, freshly cut grass and, yes, I know, pollen, from all the glorious flowering trees and shrubs with which we in the South are abundantly blessed.
If you go to the woods you find the wild azaleas and dogwood competing in the sylvan beauty contest for subdued colors.
In the gardens and yards of the cities and towns the competition is even greater as hybrid plants are much more flamboyant in their attire.
And then, if you're lucky enough to live near lakes or ponds you get to witness the waterfowl nurseries afloat. New beginnings give such hope.
