The sun is shining and the temperature has crept up past the freezing point, but it still feels like winter. I am itching to get into the garden, but have to be satisfied with my seedlings on the windowsill. Outside, the squirrels are having fun running on the firm snow, and the chickadees are starting to sing their spring song.
Spring will arrive ; I keep repeating that to myself because deep inside there is a worry that this year might be the unthinkable year when spring never comes.
Of course it will come, right?
At the end of April, I will be convinced that winter is behind us and I will be able to shout Yippee!
Yep, REAL spring won't be arriving at my place for a while either.
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