Swathes of snow can still be found in our yard. Not one green sprout has been sighted. March 20 is eleven days away.
Still, we're acting as though Spring has arrived.
We pore over seed catalogs.
We plan Easter outfits.
We hang laundry out to dry in the almost warm air.
We consider the windows that must be washed, outside repairs that must be made, porches that must be painted.
Mostly, though, we play in the mud.