I know that according the calendar, January is the beginning of a new year.  But to me spring has always felt more like it should be the beginning of a new year.  There’s just something about fresh green grass and daffodils and sunshine coming out after months of dreary grey skies.  Those things make me think of new beginnings and fresh starts.  (Maybe tied into my eternal, hopeless optimism?)  That’s the  main reason spring has always been my favorite season.  Well, and the fact my birthday is in the spring.  Just ask my family how much I like to celebrate my birthday, they’ll tell you.  But I digress… Back to speaking of spring.  Today was the first day it really felt like spring is right around the corner.  It made me smile.