Spring...

It's here where I am. The mountain laurels are blooming with that weirdly intoxicating grape bubble gum smell. The redbud trees, too. I've always wondered about why redbuds were named as such when their blooms are a violet or purple hue. I think the early settlers might have been fairly primary color based and didn't know much about anything outside of those. That said, spring is as one of my old high school coaches said, "a time when the sap runs, the flowers bloom, and the dick gets hard." Romantics those guys were. Spring, says Bianca Beauchamp makes her long for the beach. Why don't we all knock off and head that way?