Spring kissed Austin while I was gone. I saw my first blooming redbud this morning, and a few more fruit trees blooming. Most trees are still bare. I love watching spring start. I will also always remember that Mira died during red buyd time. And I still will always love red bud time. One of the hard things about getting older is that every time of year is associated with a loss now, as well as with births and other joys. There are just so many more memories to make so many more associations.