Mon, Feb 25th, 2019
I always used to laugh at that term, but one walk around the park near our house and you can see it. The squirrels are scampering, the birds are flirting, and the couples of leaning their heads toward each other and whispering.
It's barely the end of February, but spring has hit us here in Texas. I know Maine is still in for a couple of months of winter. Somehow when spring hits there, it's more satisfying. Because it's so short, you tend to grab onto the warmth as if you're trying to stockpile it for the cold months ahead. Here it feels permanent as if the world's always been bright and warm and sunny.
She is too fond of books, and it has addled her brain. -- Louisa May Alcott