There may be a few more winter days here and there...March and April are historically snowy months in Denver. But it definitely feels like spring is here. I braided my hair, put in some silver hoops, slipped into my flip-flops, and was immediately reminded of an insane, last-minute trip some girlfriends and I took to Tijuana in college over spring break. We drove down to San Diego and stayed in someone's apartment, and went over the border a few times, loading up on cheap silver jewelry, kissing marines stationed in San Diego, and drinking watered-down tequila. Also, getting deeply sunburned. We started out in our long flannel button down shirts and cut-offs and by the end of the week were just in our suits all the time.
It will be fifty degrees Monday and I can't remember the last time I had a real beach vacation, but it's nice to feel the sun on my feet anyway, to clear away the dead leaves and turn the compost. This is a different life, and still it's nice to recapture some of the ease and spontaneity this time of year brings.