I am dazzled by the beauty of a Washington spring–I had forgotten, during my long sojourn in the desert, how very lovely this clearly defined season can be.
I have peonies to plant, and my cousin/housekeeper, Mary Ann, has already put in several lilac bushes. One of my fondest memories of childhood in Northport is the lush, heavenly scent of lilacs–we always displayed them in a mason jar. That’s country elegance for you!
I love seeing the seasons change, but that doesn’t mean Arizona doesn’t have a special place in my heart. The sunrises and sunsets in the desert are unmatched, when it comes to breathtaking beauty. I have often stood in my courtyard at Springwater Station, transfixed by the changing sky, and nothing beats those winters. (The shopping ain’t bad, either.)
How blessed I am to enjoy the best of both worlds.
