There are many things I love about being a Southerner. Spring (or nearly Spring) is one of them. Every March, the South begins to transfer from a black and white Ansel Adams to a Technicolor backdrop as the gray trees sprout blooms in luscious whites, bright pinks, golden yellows, and brilliant blues. The tulips pop up out of the ground in reds and the daffodils and crocus open. There is definitely something 'bout the Southland in the Springtime.
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happy st. patty's!! ps--tell italian that i didn't mention hanging out with you guys specifically because i only mentioned the family members i "met" that day! in any case, it was absolutely great to see all of you and i can't wait for april :)
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