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Salt Lake City Front Yard
An example of a large traditional drought-tolerant and full sun front yard gravel landscaping in spring.
Writing Prompt #2
‘Spring’
Lots of people, each with their own thoughts and likes, leads to lots of opinions.
Lots of opinions, means that sometimes its hard to find one that you can really relate to.
It’s hard to find someone that you can truly relate to.
Where I live - where I was born and raised and planned to raise my own children here - has four seasons.
The usual; Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter.
To me though, there’s something special about spring.
Maybe it’s just the relief it gives after harsh winter.
Maybe it’s the smell of the flowers blooming, and the smell of the dirt they grew from.
Maybe it’s the birds, singing their song for all to hear in the morning.
Spring’s the best season, in my opinion. I’m always happier in spring.
My good mood usually doesn’t go unnoticed, too.
‘The Spring Joys?’ My flatmate asks me, when I nearly skip out of my room.
He likes summer better than Spring, but he says he enjoys watching the smile on my face during these three months.
Every year, every spring, he asks me this. At first, when we first met and were still awkward with each other, I can see a glint of hard amusement.
Like, as if he was laughing at my spring mood.
As time wore on, we grew closer. When he locked himself in his room after the death of his foster parents, I left him meals in front of the door. When I stressed over my younger siblings not having work, he sat by me on the sofa and listened.
We even helped each other fight off our nightmare of a landlady from wrangling this flat out of our hands. Afterwards, every moment spent had a certain sweetness to it.
Every year, every spring, I smile at him. ‘ ‘You can cut all the flowers, but you can’t stop spring from coming’,’ I quote.
He rolls his eyes, as always. I spot a glimpse of a smile hidden away, as always.
As we move on with our daily routines, I can’t stop the occasional glimpse out the window.
Can’t help the smile that tugs on my lips.
The contented sigh that escapes my lungs.
Spring is here.
