Spring

At least there are some signs of spring:

My head knows it is spring, and I am thinking more about spring sewing than I am the fall/winter projects that I never got around to making.  But I am cold, cold to the bone, and I can’t get all excited about actually making the sprnig clothes about which I dream. I waver between wanting spring and wanting to sew something warm.

By the time I get everything moved, the point may be moot and there may be more than those lonely irises peeking their heads up from the ground.