Passing by a little dirt bed along a brick wall I saw the first signs of Spring yesterday. Typically I keep my love for Winter to myself. More than once over the past few months—as the ground was endlessly covered in a blanket of snow—I reminisced with a friend about how this was what it was like when we were kids. Constantly cold, constantly snowing. And while there were a few flurries today and a little snow is in the forecast, the moment the crocus appear I am ready to say thank you to old man winter and sit beneath a tree welcoming in Spring.—Dominick
