Spring

Fall in Philadelphia can be lovely. Some years the foliage is gorgeous, and the light on Kelly Drive in the morning makes everything look dreamy, like women in movies from the ’40s.

I hate Philadelphia in the winter. It’s cold, dirty and depressing. Bleak.

Summer in Philadelphia is fine. It’s hot, humid and sticky, which are weather conditions that don’t particularly bother me, especially since we’re so close to the beach.

But spring- spring is beautiful. I’m not so good with the new camera yet, but here’s what’s been popping up in my yard.