Spring is the time of love. Or is it not time?
Our winters are long and tedious, and not at all conducive to love. What kind of love is there if you have a scarf on your nose and three pairs of socks on your feet, pulled over your pants and buried in knee-high boots? Who likes it this way? However, we want to love and conquer, too, so, just outside the window, spring looms, we throw the scarf in one direction, the boots in the other, and go ahead! Then we think about what comes over us every spring.