Spring is such a small, hopeful word that conjures up images of bright, sunny days, blooming flowers and lazy, hazy summer not far behind. After a long, relentless winter full of snowstorms, ice storms, power outages and a surprise week off, spring is the light at the end of the tunnel. I am tired of wearing the same muddy black boots and grey coat for months; I am ready to finally wear flowy sundresses, sparkly flip flops and embrace the sun. Although I am enthralled by spring, it is seemingly harmless with its sweet flowers, and pastel colors, it is an addiction.
