Oh! I have discovered three or four bushes which appear to be forsythia. I will know that in the next three or four weeks as well.
Summer is my favorite season; I love and need the warmth and sunshine. But spring is a close second. The renewal and coming to life of things dormant. My spirit is revived.
One more thing, I encountered a red-shouldered hawk as I worked outside. I appreciate its high-soaring grace.