Mid-April hits me hard. It is not just the taxes and the pollen. The fabulous Easter celebration, followed by a week of bliss with just the littles, capped off by a weekend of family and friends. On Saturday afternoon, a storm blew in and our friends braved an outdoor picnic with rain threatening the entire afternoon. We laughed and watched the children run around causing havoc. We drank wine by the fire and walked down the lane. We ate cake, and planned dinners and holidays in the near future. Now, I am off the hook until December. But I am the littlest bit sad that the crescendo of spring festivities have ended. I suppose the gardens of Spring will just have to do.