The sun is shinning, the snow if gone, the birds are singing, the tulips are popping through the ground . . . it makes me want to jump for joy that spring is finally here.
But wait, it is only the middle of March. Officially spring won't be here for a few more days. So, is this it? Is winter really over or is Mother Nature just messing with us??
As much as I hate to say it, I really don't think we've seen the last of winter. I really don't want to think about driving to work in the snow again until December. I want to put the snow shovel away in the back of the shed and pull out all the garden tools. But I know that if I do, Murphy will call up Mother Nature and I'll just have to dig my way into the shed without a shovel to get it out again. I am afraid that old Jack Frost hasn't left for him summer home yet and will be back for at least one last encore. An encore that I for one will not be cheering for.
So, I will leave the snow shovel out. I will stay away from my gardens and flower beds for a little while longer in hopes that I don't do something to jinx us and bring winter back.
Mother Nature, if you are reading this, please, pretty please, let the nice spring weather say. My sanity depends on it!
Jack Frost, if you are reading this, we've had enough of you and the cold weather that you throw at us. Please move on to your next victims.