My favorite part of spring is the memories it provokes.
When Arizona’s short winter ends, a warm day greets us.
We put away the heaters (temporarily, because winter comes back with a vengeance for a few days in February, just to say goodbye one last time).
We put on shorts, dresses, fewer layers.
I go on more sunny bike rides, and my skin tone tans (crossing my fingers).
Tumamoc Hill was so lovely and warm today. It’s something I’ve made a routine of, which I am not often able to say. Every Sunday morning, my sister and I walk up Tumamoc. I cherish Sunday mornings for this reason.