Spring is coming. That's my mantra. It has been a cold dreary winter up to this point. Well, until the other day. The sun has been out two days in the last week. It's a mood lifter, that's for sure!
At this point, there are 63 days until the official arrival of Spring. But every day lasts a little longer and the nights get a little shorter, and I swear that even at -22 I feel a bit of warmth in the air. I can't wait until going outside means simply tossing on sandals and heading out.
Spring. That has to be one of the best words in the English language.