While it's almost spring in most of your regions (except for Sue's as well, I imagine), I'm looking at the window at the beginning of a blizzard in March. Yesterday was spring-like. We had melting temperatures, and we went to the playground, and it was glorious. But not today: E and I walked to preschool just as the storm was starting to hit, and it was so ridiculous that I had another preschool parent drive me home, so that I didn't have to walk home straight into the driving wind. (And I'll drive to pick up E after school, as well.)
This morning, during this wee moment of peace, I'm drinking tea and watching British TV shows, and making myself as cozy as possible. But I think that, this afternoon, I'll have E help me start our tomato and cucumber bedding plants, and plan our vegetable garden. Even with this late blizzard, spring is still coming.