It hasn't really snowed in almost a month but there is still a lot of snow on the ground. Every morning when I get out of bed, I look out my bedroom window at all the snow and heave a big sigh and say in a small voice, "Damn, it's still winter."
I had pretty much given up on the idea of Spring ever coming, but today the temps hit almost 50. I sat in my car at lunch with the window down and no coat on and let the sun shine on me while I was knitting, it felt sooooo good.
Today, I considered the possibility that Spring may eventually arrive.