And it’s true. The extended forecast for the next two weeks isn’t supposed to dip below freezing, and with this knowledge, I feel my shoulders relax. With every passing day, the yard and surrounding fields are slowly changing from crunchy brown to fresh green. Buds are nuzzling the air. Flowers are popping up. The tops of the forests are still prickly brown, but there is a haze of green in the undergrowth. It's beautiful. It's Spring.
“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
"Winter is dead.”
-A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young