I want to hit the pause button. I want the blue skies, the warm days, the cool nights, the absence of mosquitos, the giggles of kids playing on fresh mown grass at dusk, the low humidity, and the flowers of Spring to last forever. I know it won’t, but as I walk to my car this morning I stop to drink in the beauty of the last of the cherry blossoms, holding on as the leaves pop out, backed by a beautiful azure sky.

For some reason, as I return to reality of a commute, the work of a marriage, and the demands of the modern world, a song pops into my head. This has happened all my life and I’d like to think that there is a rhyme or reason to it, but the associations are random and emotional and therefore out of the domain of my left brained world. It conjures up the picture of a Southern city in early spring. Here’s a video of it being sung in the Grand Ole Opry, right here in Nashville. Thanks Tracy!