I noticed it today. Small spots of grass peaking their blades through the spaces of snow. And then, there were larger spots of green. Or, rather, gray-yellow-green, of the hibernating grasses that lay dormant under the covering of white.
No matter how much enjoyment my boys have enjoyed the days' off from school, no matter how much I enjoy the changing and diversity of the seasons. I am ready for spring. I am ready for summer. I am ready for spring.