So now that April is almost over, how come not that much has changed?
The word 'snow flurries' is still in the last forecast I heard. I still can't move the plants that I started indoors to the outdoors. And they're still playing hockey on television every night.
It's almost like it's still February.
Only it's not.
We played basketball on the driveway last weekend.
We sat in lawn chairs in shorts in the sunshine.
And I moved my sweaters into the spare bedroom and pulled out my tank tops.
It's almost like February.
Only not.
It's so much better.
