As I sit here I hear birds singing, the windows are open and a breeze is blowing through the house. The grass is still brown and the snow is melting. Mud has taken over the mudroom. People are emerging and saying, "Spring is in the air! Oh! spring is here." I sound like a Scrooge when I reply, "Ah, but we always have snow in April."
It is just a tease people.
But I am enjoying it all the same.
Off the check the raspberry canes....