There are flowers blooming, and the birds are singing their hearts out as I type this. I think spring has finally made an arrival. I have plants in the front hall waiting for me to have a moment to put them in the ground (later today, I hope). We went to Kentucky last week, where spring is in full fling, and Dorothy-Mom sent me home with starts from her garden.
I have been waiting all winter for these days, watching life return to the browns and grays of the world around us. It might get cold again, but today I will wear a dress with a swishy skirt and revel in the sunshine and warmth.