I really can't put into words what it means to see the first inklings of Spring around here.
It's a mild form of torture waiting for warmer temperatures, driving by the lakes and practically willing them to thaw out. I always tell myself, "This will be the year I will not complain about the long winter...I will just enjoy each day and stop whining."
But, man, winter wins out every time.
So when I felt the sunshine on my face this morning, the birds singing, I almost turned into Julie Andrews in Sound of Music right there on my deck: THE HIIILLLLS ARE ALIIIIVVE!!!!! Spinning, arms held out wide...
Somehow, I restrained myself.