Spring came Sunday

Even though a cold wind blew through the naked trees Saturday night when I took the boys for their last walk, the air felt different. There was a bit of warmth hidden there and the sky was clearing. Sunday dawn brought 50 and 60 degree weather, the rain had cleared the sidewalks and the last of the snow piles had melted away. John's brush with pneumonia had passed and he was no longer a grumpy ol' man. Spring had definitely arrived. I celebrated by switching out my winter for spring clothes, taking inventory of the stuff to be taken of to Good will, and opening all the windows and letting the dust blow in and not caring a bit.

It's onto Cherry Blossoms. I just hope the weather stays warm so when my friend Carol comes April 2nd, we can walk the basin surrounded by thousands of tourists and soft pink and white blossoms.