Winter lasted exactly two weeks this year (which included Christmas, so at least we had that going for us), but the extra hour of daylight combined with the sudden surge of colors still exudes the sense of freedom that comes every spring.
Most of Utah's winter looked like this:
But while some people enjoyed the freakish warmth (I was not one of them), "winter" still wasn't spring because color sightings like these were nowhere to be found. Not outside, anyway.
And then the blossoms bloomed.
So. Many. Blossoms. Just looking at them makes me feel like I should be sneezing.
And if dehydrated plants can bloom, then you can be sure you'll find other springisms.
Like kites stuck in trees.
And the reemergence of the flip-flop tan line.
It took some time, but I can happily acknowledge spring now. Even in severe drought conditions, Utah is a beautiful place to live.