It's not here yet. Not by a long shot. But I can feel it. Every morning when I go to get the paper, the air feels a little bit softer, warmer. There are a few more birds singing. The sky seems a bit brighter and everything has a little bit of a fresher feel. There are more tight little bundles of green pushing their way up through the muck. It's still cold and truthfully, we have months before things are consistently warm and dry or anything resembling a sandal is being worn. But it's coming.
Like our fog, your spring comes creeping in on little cats’ feet.
ReplyDeleteGreat photo... Now if you could only get your kids to hold that still.
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