Well, it's happening. It seemed hopeless at times. Like Mother Nature might actually skip right over the spring... perhaps hop right over the summer too, and plop us into next winter. To fight back, we'd claw at the frozen ground, shake our fists at the sky, and then bury our faces in the snow. But to no avail. She does what she wants. The sooner we learn to accept this, relinquish any say, the better off we'd be. I wasn't good at that from about February 15th and on. Just made it harder on myself, letting the cold weather get the best of me and my mood. To hell with you, Winter! I'm ready to greet you, Spring. And Summer, I hope you'll quickly follow.
I looked at my forecast and for the first time there wasn't a day in the 20s. Granting, there was a day that was 30 as the high. And that morning was definitely dipping into the 20s but, change is a-coming. This eternal winter, endless tundra, forever Narnia we've had is almost through. Snow is actually melting, the puddles are indicative that it must be happening despite the fact that it's still all around. Shoved up against the curbs, trying its best to cling to a little real estate before it disappears forever (for a long while anyway). It's hardly white, there's nothing magical about it anymore, but it remains until it doesn't. We'll play in its puddles while we have the chance. Rain boots are really a good investment.