March. 59 wonderful degrees. Birds (ok, crows). Actual shadows. And little tiny new leaves on some of the trees in the neighborhood’s central park. Little tiny new leaves on the shrubs that have been sticks for months (“Caitlyn, don’t step on the plants, they’re sleeping.” “Sleepy plants.” And then she drops her ball on them.). There’s even a crocus in bloom in the neighbor’s yard…

After a long, dark, freezing winter, let’s hear it for Spring!