Whistling Far and Wee

It felt like spring again this week.

It rained a little yesterday and left the smell of fresh-cut grass in the air.

[One of my favorite lines of poetry: "When the world is puddle-wonderful," from E.E. Cummings' in Just-.]

I wore a skirt with tights one day and left my jacket at home on purpose several times.

I'm not sure what's going on, but now I'm hearing we might get snow this weekend. I'd normally be all for a nice little blizzard, but I've gotten a bit spoiled by this warmer weather, and I have exciting things planned for March. And with March comes spring.

There's nothing I love more than the beginning of a new season. So let's just get to it.