That warm sun has melted away the last traces of snow.
Mama said the pear tree is starting to bud and the yellow belle bushes are showing some color.
Why, even the ice man has a little hitch in his giddy-up from making more deliveries in our neighborhood.
Given this little glimmer of warm weather, I had already been given orders to hose down the wooden lawn chairs stored in the plunder house and to rinse out the bird baths.
There’s one thing for sure, I thought, as I lugged the chairs outside.