I think, perhaps, I have writer's block, or camera block, or something. I want, oh how I want, to capture spring and bottle it up... the sweet fragrance of honeysuckle that we smell when we ride our bikes around the neighborhood in the afternoon, the delightfully windy days we've had recently, open windows on cool mornings, freshly squeezed lemons and chopped basil, yellow and white kitchen towels, and dirty, tired children who have run wild in the fresh air. It's been a beautiful spring. But, I can't seem to capture any of it, really. Perhaps living it and savoring it is enough... more than enough, I think.