Spring is in the air in Phoenix. The entire city smells of orange blossoms. Walking downtown at lunch, you are likely to see a gaggle of Spring break high schoolers in bright tank tops and coordinating flip flops stumble past a gaggle of office workers, mumbling under their breath and waving half-empty coffee cups, green with envy. Afternoon meetings are bumped to 2 pm and left early to make it home in time for long runs, time by the pool, grilled burgers on the bbq. The snow birds are packing their things and slowly returning to the Midwest. Freckles begin to emerge on softly tanned shoulders.
This is the time of year to celebrate being a Phoenician.
I feel a bit like this tree. Green, healthy, happy, stretching my arms to the sun and thanking nature for lovely weather and the promise of new beginnings.