Oh, to live in an eternal clockwork of Spring and Autumn would be my dream. These two seasons call to me and speak to my soul. The promise that Spring whispers of new life emerging is exhilarating and revitalizing. The freshness and crispness of the air seem to awaken something to be more productive and create new and beautiful things.

Although I don’t celebrate Easter, I can not pass up a chance to wear a fabulous hat with an equally fabulous dress. I dream of one day attending The New York City Easter Parade. Still,...