Well, that was a nice, blogger cat-nap. I rather feel like Rip Van Winkle, as I went to ‘sleep’ in winter… and woke up to spring a mere two weeks later.
Under normal circumstances, New England would still have snow on the ground, but here we are in near seventy degree weather. I’m already sporting sundresses (honestly quite glad to get rid of the bulky sweaters and jackets).
Highstreet is begging us to take out the BBQ…
…and Stitchy is making faces at robins.
Even the trees have been fooled into thinking that spring is officially here.
And all I can is, “Please, Spring. Please don’t go away. Please stay until it’s Summer’s turn to take over!”