This afternoon, I couldn't wait to walk outside. It was, after all, a balmy 35 degrees.
Sure, it was a little chilly. But it was still about 30 degrees warmer than this time last week.
This winter has seemed endless. Maybe it's because it started snowing so early. Maybe it's just been too cold for too long. Or maybe I'm just getting wimpier as I get older. But I am more ready for spring this year than I've been in a long time.
I'm already dreaming of planting flowers and weeding my garden, and believe me, that is usually one scraggly example of back yard botany.
Every morning, as my daughter and I trek to the bus stop and shiver in the cold wind, we remind each other, "This is the route we'll take to the neighborhood pool."
Only now I'm actually starting to believe it.
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