With six more weeks of winter (according to Mr. Groundhog, Punxsutawaney Phil), it's time to take some drastic measures and start dreaming of spring.
My Perfect Spring, by Mrs. Mac:
In my perfect spring the mornings are slightly chilly with a bit of warmth in the breeze (by warmth, I mean anything above 34 degrees F). The lush green of the forest surrounding my home is just peeking through the tiny patches of snow ... pushing up through the dense moss and woodsy floor of the great outdoors. Clean crisp air with that freshly hung laundry smell permeates the air. Mama deer and her babies make their way to my backyard for a nibble of new growth. Mr. Woodpecker reestablishes his/her nest in the dead tree ... making way for a nature show that can be viewed through early fall from my front porch rockers. Soon I will hear the whir of the neighborhood lawn mowers and waving hello to folks taking a walk. My dawg will be able to romp and roam her great expanse ... as currently she is bound to pace our driveway or battle with the sky high mounds of snow. There will be windows to wash and screens to put up. Smiley faced pansies to pot and shrubs to revive. Soon the bar-b-que will make it's way from storage and grace my back patio along with the all weather wicker furniture. Up will go my hummingbird feeders and perhaps a little bird bath. The tinkle of wind chimes soon will be heard and I may even wear sandals. My thighs will slim down from all the long walks I propose. Hubby will be home for good and he can get up with Nathan at night. Sleep, sound sleep will be mine once again. Sanity will return and all will be well. The End