


Yesterday I spotted four purple flowers along with some crab grass pushing up through the matted down dirty grass in our yard.
The deck chairs are already out.
The new grill has been purchased and used many times.
The bikes have already been ridden.
The seeds are ready to planted.
Yet, we wait.
Multiple pairs of boots litter the entrance to the house and hinder opening and shutting the door.
Hats, gloves, and scarves still sit in their bin beckoning to be put on.
The snow pants and heavy coats still hang on the hooks on the door, taunting about the elusive spring that has yet to come.
The dirty snow piles are still sitting in corners.
Frigid wind, cloudy days, and still...we
wait.