The weather did a major dip and reminded us we are still officially in winter. No matter how much we wish and wish and wish for spring, the flurries of the morning were kind of like punishment for the hours we spent outside yesterday playing cars.

I can tell it spring is fighting the good fight. The creeping phlox in our sideyard has started to bloom, adding a pink flare to the dismal brown and gray-green of the foliage. And friend told me she spied bright pink peonies in her yard yesterday. And every time the sun peeks from the clouds, the warmth reminds of me what is to come. Mornings at the park, walks in the neighborhood, and bike rides around the block.

I might not be able to find Fuller’s gloves, but I can imagine the day when we know Spring has sprung.

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