I find joy in the transitions to all the seasons when they come: The vibrancy of the trees in the early days of fall. The first dusting of snow in the Cascades and Siskiyous that loom over the southern end of the Rogue Valley. The sound of crickets on warm summer evenings before the days get too hot. But my true favorite is the move into spring, with all the renewal and color that comes with the landscape awakening from its long slumber. Joy. Calm. Brightness. The warm days mixed with the cool, rainy ones. The flowers that shift from purples and pinks to yellows and whites. This, for me, is pure joy.