Happy Sunday!

Though the cool temps and dustings of snow might try to mask it, Spring is arriving. I feel it in the longer days, I see it in the strength of the sunshine, the green grass, the sturdy and determined daffodils. The last two winters I've really felt the length and depth of winter more. Don't really know why. Despite the disappointment of Puxatawny Phil and his false projections and despite the occassional snow I feel Spring's welcome arriving and I'm excited!

The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearl'd;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in His heaven--
All's right with the world!
Robert Browning