I think most of us will agree it's been a long winter.
Maybe longer for some.
My old 17 year-old cat, held together with love and expensive medication-filled cat food, is finding it especially long this year.
And then we had a weekend
in the upper 60s and low 70s.
I put on my flip flops and brought in forsythia.
Satchel rediscovered the porch for nap time.
Things were looking hopeful to everyone.
And then we woke up this morning.
Poor Satch will have to wait a bit longer for this to become a reality.