Spring is here-there is no doubt. My Angel Trumpet is blooming, the birds are building their nests, and the winter-burned leaves are falling. It’s the leaves that hypnotize me. Leaving a parking lot today, my eyes were drawn to thousands of leaves dancing across the damp blacktop. I watched them for a little while as they danced, settled and picked up their windspun dance again. It was mesmerizing, watching this spring dance.