Spring is spilling out of every pocket of Creation, and I simply can’t get enough of it. Even the harshest winter seems tame in comparison to the sensual riot of a dazzling spring. This year, spring is bursting so adamantly that I’m already envisioning brambles thick with blackberries and market tables mounded with tomatoes and summer squash. I have to remind myself that these things are still a few months distant. But with weather like this, it won’t feel long.