Spring is here finally in the western suburbs of Chicago, and all the trees in our neighborhood look like they are wearing their best party dresses, ready for a formal dance.

There’s a crab apple tree next door, and it’s effusive and wearing bright pink petals. The dogwood down the street is formal and white, and the lilacs are blooming, purple and fragrant, scenting the neighborhood with deliciousness. Even the maples are getting into the act, with new bright green leaves. The squirrels are going nuts and the rabbits are multiplying like rabbits.

I love spring.