Spring
The calendar says spring. The arrival of the robins, red wing blackbirds and killdeer say spring. The incessant snowflakes laugh in my face as I shiver and continue to wear my Columbia winter jacket. A warm cup of coffee is still necessary to keep me warm. But sitting in a sun-warmed car after work gives me hope that someday we can shed our winter wear and be free of those encumbering coats! My crocus are brave in their snowy surroundings and so shall I be.