Richard mentioned spring the other day. I really felt it today, although yesterday evening I had to get out and mow my lawn.
Every year since I moved here spring has caught me off guard. I'm not sure why that is. I suppose it could have to do with the fact that I was brought up in a place where spring doesn't really get going until mid-April. Around this time of year, in Saratoga County, NY you're hoping the snow won't last as long when it falls. Still after a dozen years you'd think I would have adapted. Maybe it has nothing to do with my up-bringing and it's just that the gloom lifts suddenly every year.
