Some fault Phoenix for its lack of seasons...I disagree. It
has seasons.

Spring is my favorite. The citrus trees in our backyard are in bloom, and the smell of orange and lemon blossoms might be the most heavenly scent in the world. I don't know, a baby's neck probably has orange blossoms beat... also sunscreened baby...the smell of a sunscreened baby is pretty delicious, but anyway, orange blossoms are in my top three.

Audrey also has a few little home-school preschool gardening projects going...like her pot of baby lettuces. (She samples them everyday and yesterday she ate a little dirt with her baby arugula and I sure was glad I splurged on the organic potting mix.)

Kateri's afternoon nap (when she is kind enough to take one) affords Audrey and I a little reading/story time in our favorite spot right now: a blanket under the citrus trees where we can enjoy the balmy breeze, a perfect mix of sun and shade, and that heavenly aroma. The thought is in my mind that next year Audrey will be in kindergarten, and these quiet moments with her will be fewer and farther in between, but right now it's hard to do anything other than soak up the springtime.

Look how happy that little bee is.