Spring in Atlanta is bold and dramatic. It’s what you expect of Autumn in most places. The pollen is everywhere. Everything blooms. It’s almost aggressive in its thrust back to life from the winter. I love it.
Here is a photo I took on my morning commute yesterday. This is the only time of year that wisteria isn’t a nuisance. (By late summer, I’m convinced the vines should be both the little shop of horrors genus and species and a Batman villain.)
Spring cleaning is a cross-cultural ritual. That yard sale that results as part of it has also become something of a ritual. I’m sweeping away a year’s worth of accumulated stuff. Some memories from storage. Some things long past their time to go.
Time to purge the excess. Come away lighter.