YESTERDAY: Cruised to the grocery store with the car windows down, spent the afternoon lazing on the deck in the sun with just an extra sweatshirt on reading an old Larry Niven. My daughter inspected the multiple green shoots from the iris, crocus and daffodil bulbs we planted last fall.
TODAY: The yard is coated with ice, forecast calls for snow, winter coats, hats and mittens are again adorning my children. My son grumbles that daylight savings means he must, once again, get up in darkness to catch the middle school bus.
Sigh. March. Sigh.