If you were to ask me what my favorite season is (although surely we could find something less inane to have a conversation about), spring would not come out on top. I love the crunching leaves and crisp blue skies of fall, the lazy days and flip-flops of summer, and the smell of woodsmoke in the air and colorful scarves of winter. But spring? I'm allergic to it.
But just when I get dragged down by burnt-put student (and teachers) and stress over the next year's plans, I wipe my streaming eyes (I wasn't kidding about the allergies) and am reminded of the beauties of the season. All of these blooms are right here on campus; I took all of these pictures walking home after class. Maybe spring has redeemed itself.