Dear Spring,

this weekend I had a taste of your deliciousness.

I now wish for:

-pink lemonade

-the smell of chlorinated water

-kites in the sky

-the sound of crickets after a long day 

-my sundresses that have been patiently packed away

-hand stitching in the sun

-the birds that live outside my window

-seedlings in the garden

-easter egg hunts

-picnics in the park

Please, come quickly.

xo

p.s. Tell Winter he's overstayed his welcome.