How I am Young and Old

Early morning in town.

Lax field.

Spring has hit.

Today, I realized I am young and old.

How am I young?

I have been giddy with excitement as I anticipate morning runs in a shorts/t-shirt combo, the sprawling daffodils, the ripening of nature, the creating of Easter baskets, and the mingling of inside and outside as windows open.

How am I old?

It was a priority to spend money today on all types of sunscreen.

From The Farmer

Moral of the Story: For me, Spring is when I feel like skipping and whistling all day.