Not Spring, but storm season. Spring and summer are my least favorite times of the year. There's just something about the length of the days and color of the sky the spells doom, gloom, and Apocalypse for me (I joketh not). Somewhere near the end of February I begin to hold my breath, and when things outside die in Autumn, I exhale, slowly, one dead plant and falling leaf at a time. Maybe I should start painting my nails black and quit washing my hair. The one redeeming quality of this green, growing, living time of year is, hands down, severe storms. Call me crazy, but I love a good tornado watch. Watch out, little buttercups, lest you get blown away. So, throw open the windows, let in the wind, and enjoy the rain before the Great Green Gloom settles upon you and spews forth flowers.