Spring is one of my favorite times. At least the daffodils are blooming but not in my yard. My flowers are mainly roses and peonies. The peonies have breeched the ground and soon will be larger and perhaps bloom. My dogwood has finally begun to leaf and can't wait until the tree looks white with flowers.
I would take pictures but looking at shoots isn't colorful and the roses are a month or more from blooming. Last summer wasn't great for them since it was so dry. Butt enough complaining. Spring will arrive in it's time.
I'm finally on the last draft of the book that seems to have taken forever with a few spells of bad health to halt the progress. The horror writer ahs demised and the case is almost solved. My next book will be a romance triggered by a phone call from an old friend who called after about 20 years. This may also trigger some other romances featuring a phone call. I'll have to wait until they pop into my head.
