And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest. —P B Shelley It’s finally spring like in Colorado. Balmy sunshine one day and almost freezing the next and some high speed winds thrown in in-between. My life these days is almost like Colorado spring time weather. Peaceful and quiet now, full of high energy sometimes and bracing the winds at others. But I am not complaining. It’s just that when life has other plans, I don’t get to blog …