Spring has come. It comes so fast. Each year I plan on getting out into the country to pick pussy willows and see the crocuses come up. And for the past few years I have missed all of that. It happens and then is gone. This year I am going. Today should be quiet enough for me to maybe pack up some of the grandkids and go pussy willow hunting.
The fuzzy little creatures are already appearing in the trees next to my office. The sun is shining and the weather should be perfect.