It is technically Spring, but the days are still cool and the nights cold.
I bundle up for my morning walk with Marty
I become impatient this time of year - so ready to put away the coat and gloves.
Ready to be surprised every day by a new bloom. Tired of the gray and brown and
ready for the color of Spring blooms.
And then I round the corner. This glorious stand of forsythia comes into view
and instantly I feel warmer. The air is just as cold but my heart has been warmed.