I love this time of year. The sun is waking up from its slumber, coaxing daffodils to poke their heads out of the snow. Days are getting warmer, pussy willows bloom. Last week the girls and I were outside digging tunnels in the snow. Each hole we dug soon filled up with tiny bugs - snow fleas, we called them. Life is creeping and crawling again.
Snow - we're still covered here,but w'ere slowing finding bare spots.