By Ann Bailey Springtime.
Sidewalks damp from sudden showers.
Bright green seed pods fluttering to the ground as I ride the March winds. Turning the new pods into shrill whistles, I call my friends to come out to play in the lengthening daylight. Now, springtime finds me ordering from seed catalogs, washing my car of winter's grime, taking my lunch outside to sit in the warm sunshine, and opening windows to let in fresh air. In some parts of the country, spring means moving fall leaves to uncover crocus and daffodils, allowing room for young and tender shoots. In other locations we watch cactus bloom, or harvest winter strawberries and tomatoes.