PITTSBURGH—Recent sunny skies and warm temperatures offered a taste of what’s to come—the heady, gotta-be-outside first days of spring.
After enduring an outdoor palette of dull grays and muddy browns, I can’t wait for the bright pop of yellow and purple when the daffodils and crocuses I sowed last fall start blooming in my yard. Even the scraggly forsythia bush I planted decades ago and never seem to remember to prune in the fall makes me smile when it starts to flower.
