I do wish that spring would stop teasing us and stay for more than a day or two.  It was almost balmy here for a day and now there’s snow predicted for the next two.  It’s just wrong.

     My daffodils, crocus, and hyacinths are beginning to poke their little green heads up through the mulch.  It makes me oh so ready for the weather to warm, the flowers bloom, to open the windows and let the fresh air in.  I yearn for my magnolia tree to bloom and for the scent to drift into the house.

     I look forward to days warm enough for me to clean up the yard and gardens and to nights where I can sit by the pond and relax in the moonlight.  I want to listen to the waterfall and fountains, the bullfrogs and crickets, the horn of a passing train in the distance.

     I’m tired of hearing the furnace running, the radiator pipes cracking and popping, breathing stale air, and feeling shut in.  I’m sick of ice, snow, sleet, and cold.