Spring makes me nervous. After all it’s not a ‘real’ season. Winter is the time of year when it’s really cold; summer when it’s really hot. Autumn is that cool transition between summer and winter when days get a little bit crisp and so do the leaves on the trees. But spring; don’t get me started. I’m an autumn-person (or a winter-person in denial). I just don’t get along well with the heat. But spring. Ugh. Everything is between winter and spring and you don’t know what’s going on. Up is down and down is up. Everything that you put off all through winter because it was too cold or you were too lazy come back to haunt you in the spring. The insects start coming out, invading my apartment. Pollen, allergies et cetera. One day it’s windy, one day it’s too hot, one day it’s raining cats and dogs. Give me consistency! Is that too much to ask of a season?