As I was sitting on the step on the back porch today, taking special notice that the lawn appeared green and felt soggy when I walked on it, just like it is in early spring. I held the tip of a tree branch in my hand and felt there were no buds yet. There is a slight nip in the air. The smell of a wood fire is burning close by. Ahhh…spring.
Not quite. The calendar tells me we are in the season of winter. Deceiving, though. To me… it looks, smells and feels like a perfect winter-spring day.
In plain sight 