I went out Sunday afternoon to put some bird seed in the feeder, and saw flowers. Really, bulb-sprouting, popping up from the ground flowers. Snowdrops and crocii. (Okay, so they're really crocuses, but John loved calling them crocii, so crocii they will be.)
Tonight as I got ready for bed, my bedroom was warm enough that I didn't have to resort to flannel pajamas. I ran to the armoire and dug out my favorite silk pajamas.
Maybe there is light at the end of the tunnel and it's not an oncoming train.
Hurrah for spring!
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