Here's the obligatory photo of crocuses blooming.*
Followed by the requisite ruminations about spring, beginnings, endings, the great circle of being, metaphor, meaninglessness, irony, synecdoche and anacoenosis.
A year ago, I was feeling lonely and sorry for myself and posting a recipe for rosemary bread. Where were you (metaphorically or otherwise) the last time it was spring?
*And I didn't steal this crocus-picture-thing idea from luna. I swear I didn't.