Spring

I was scooping the poop in our side yard yesterday, a daily necessity with two dogs, and suddenly realized the drizzle coming down wasn't the harsh icy wetness of last week. It was soft, it was warmer, it was spring rain! The crocuses (croci?) and daphne aren't pulling leg. I can feel my S.A.D. heart lifting.

Or could it have been the Girl Scout cookies talking?