Seriously spring

We have six or eight varieties of iris. This one smells like grape soda.

Most mornings I sit out on our front porch with a cup of coffee and enjoy a quiet moment. Today I can smell the flowering shrub we've got alongside the house, it's in full bloom and buzzing with bees. Porch coffee means summer to me, and when I find myself on the border of spring and summer I am reluctant to step into the next season. Stay awhile, spring. What's your hurry?
Other signs of spring - irises blooming and strawberries ripening. All the berries seem to be faring well after the soggy spring. Earlier this week, Oliver and I sat in the tall grass by the fence and picked the tiny, wild strawberries that grow in our yard. They're super big this year - maybe the size of a small marble. Still small, but oh, so sweet. And it was a special moment, with him in my lap, me feeding him these tiny berries ... I couldn't help but think about the fleeting quality of spring, of strawberries, and of children. Blink and they're gone by you.