Behold the season's first bloom on my porch geranium plant. Though it seems Denver never really had a winter - just enough for me to make one snowman, actually - I'm happy to see spring arrive. New beginnings and all that crap.
Speaking of which, I'm pondering a move to Boulder later this year which both excites and scares me. When you mention this to the locals, you get extreme reactions: "Ooooh, I LOVE Boulder!" or "The Republic of Boulder, eh? Hope you like snobby hippies."
I love Denver with all my heart but am craving life in a smaller community. (It was just named one of the 'Best Places to Retire' though I don't think I - or anyone else right now - will be doing that anytime soon.)
Actually, because Boulder has one of the highest concentrations of educated people - most of them also running marathons, climbing mountains and skiing black diamonds with casual ease - my biggest fear is that I am neither sharp enough nor tough enough to qualify for citizenship. It's all a bit intimidating.
Also, I've got a great life here in Denver and even though it is just 26 miles down Hwy 36, Boulder feels like a world away. It's comparable to the 'bridge mentality' of the Bay Area; though it's just one bridge span between San Francisco and the East Bay, they are like night and day. (Or freezing and balmy, as the case may be.)
Dunno. But I better make up my mind soon. Landlord has just asked me to sign another year-long lease ....