Perhaps it's because the trees are starting to blossom, or maybe it's the blindingly bright blue sky that appears after a muddled foggy morning - something we've become accustomed to here recently...whatever it is, I'm daydreaming of pastels.
The kind of colors that you can only seem to find in the early morning light of summer.
Creamy greens, pinks, violets, and yellows. The palette of an Impressionist painter.
Warm, sun-ripened fruit. The aroma of fragrant flowers floating in a soft breeze. And bare feet (I don't know about you all, but I'm sick of my socks and shoes.)
Yes, I think I'm ready for Summer to arrive.