Thursday, February 17, 2011
It’s that time of year when winter has just about run its course, but it’s still too cold for spring. I'm tired of not being able to keep the windows open, anxious to plant some flowers, but I still have to wait. Its too warm for soup, but too cold for salad. When I get up in the morning, the sky is beginning to lighten, so the days are getting longer. If I can just be patient for another month, the desert will start to wake, shake off the dust of winter, and put on its spring finery.