One good thing about living in a time zone that’s 6 hours ahead of the eastern US is that festive events like Christmas and birthdays seem to arrive that much sooner. Our day is well underway while friends back in Atlanta are still soundly sleeping. By the time we’ve had our second cup of coffee, the people we know in California may not have even turned off their lights for the night. Today is the first day of spring and I’m happy to share some photos from our courtyard of the flowers, some of which are just hinting at the colors to come, from the bulbs we picked up on a train trip last September to Amsterdam. April in Paris? Yes, but we’re starting with March in Carcassonne.