It’s 9:45 PM and I’ve been sitting on the deck since finishing my last lesson that ended at 9:30 PM.

I do find it funny that folks will countdown the number of days until the spring equinox, practically demanding the elements of Spring be in place the following day.

I don’t think Spring works that way by flipping a switch. March 21st is just a date, nothing more. It doesn’t summon Spring report for duty.

One year, toward the end of March we received a good deal of snow and folks went bonkers.

“It’s Spring! It shouldn’t be snowing.”

Ummm, those kinds of comments or theories ignite tons of eye rolls.

My mother was born April 6, 1945. Then, mothers and their babies had to stay in the hospital for two weeks! Grandpa loved telling the story how they brought Mother home during a snow storm.

The weather is comfortable. The wind chimes’ tubular strips meet up now and then due to the slight breeze. Chief is sprawled out next to me while the three girls investigate the surrounding deck area.

It’s a start. It’s not a commitment, however, that Spring is officially moved in.

But we’re getting there.