On sunny, almost spring days, I sat in my office feeling like a kid anxious to get out of school. After a day of recycled air in the office, I burst through my front door, dashed up the stairs, and quickly changed out of my work clothes into jeans and a shirt. The forsythia had started to bloom, the air was fresh with the temperature at approximately 60 degrees, and the sun still shined as I grabbed my pruning shears, gloves, and a small stool. I pruned lavender, rose bushes, and pulled some weeds before the sky transitioned from hues of coral to grey. I accomplished more than I anticipated in what remained of today. Feeling energized, I continue to dream of all that will soon bloom.