So it's out there: Spring is my favorite season. Last night all of us Iowans agreed that for some reason, somehow the grass looked so green it was practically neon yesterday. It seems like Winter persuades our eyes into viewing the world in black and white. But Spring paints a new canvas.
I'm reminded of a wonderful movie, perhaps a favorite: The Wizard of Oz. The entire beginning is in black and white, right? But after Dorothy's house lands from the tornado she walks into a world of oranges and blues, greens and purples--seeing color for the first time. That is Spring. Minus the munchkins.
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