I love spring. I really, really do. At the risk of sounding all poetic and whimsical instead of the "I need ADSL-caffeine-bookstore with huge selection of books in English on the corner" city dweller I've been all my life, when I look at the bright green trees right outside my window I feel like wearing a pinafore with puffy skirt and standing on top of a mountain in the Alps while I sing "the hills are aliiiiiiiive, with the sound of muuusiiiic". Just like Julie Andrews in the Sound of Music! Only tone-deaf. And I'd probably be popping allergy pills.

Oh, and I'd definitely be carrying this lovely green bag with its French lace appliqué.