although I know they are total pests, their pure joy at being above ground in the sunshine is unequaled. I met a pack of humans out on the walking trail, strolling along enjoying each others' company and the lovely weather. Mud and run-off puddles have mainly dried up. The grass is brown still but there are catkins on the poplar trees and my friend tells me the crocuses on her hillside should be out by Tuesday.
Maybe there is one more defiant huff from Old Man Winter but that's all it will be. The sun is strong and the air has a new quality. The sparrows know. Spring is here.
I've been married a long time and often write about everyday events.