Spring in Northwest Arkansas is truly a love/hate season for me. I'm not a cold weather person. Every winter I try not to stray too far from the fire. When spring begins to show itself, I am always eager with anticipation of shedding my winter coat. Each bud and flower is an invitation to reawaken the fun and adventure I've been sitting out on all winter. Heavy rains swell the rivers with the promise of views of the river usually unavailable from a canoe or kayak.
As I gear up, it's still a little chilly in the morning and I start sneezing. I never understood, or really believed in allergies until I my eyes started watering one spring. I load my pack or canoe as I try to detach my shoulders from my ears. Out on the trail, the wildflowers and waterfalls are even more beautiful than last year. Getting brave, I take my boots off and stick a toe in the water, only to retract it with a flinch. Spring is such lovely aggravation.
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