We had some sunshine today and the temperature inched above 40 degrees.  Gavin and Patty made full use of the yard, dashing about and pretending it was warm.  

     2 a.m., I took the dogs for their last out of the night.  It’s getting danged cold out there.  I’m tired of the cold, of being stuck in the house, gray and dreary days.  I don’t want to wear a heavy coat, a hat, and gloves.  The dogs are tired of it too.  Both were quick going about their business.

     I want warm nights where I can sit out by the pond listening to the crickets and frogs sing in chorus.  I dream of digging in the gardens, the scent of flowers, and the sound of song birds. 

     I can tell the dogs want spring too.  I can see the dreams of dozing in a patch of sun warmed grass in their eyes. 

     I heard a tiny snatch of a songbird’s song this morning.  Tulips and daffodils are pushing through the mulch.  Can spring be far behind?