Then yesterday, I was stretching my calves on the front porch step after I'd finished running, and I looked down into our flower beds and I saw this:
That is a tulip pushing its way out of the soil. It came! It finally came!
Spring is finally arriving and the long and dreary winter is at an end.
A further investigation of my flower beds uncovered this:
Yes, an actual blooming flower! Yes! Oh, Richard, I'm so happy. Hold me.
Unfortunately, Old Man Winter never goes quietly. I'm sure he's got a few nasty tricks up his sleeve left for us. But it doesn't matter. His time is done. And the sun, warmth and happiness are back!