(Cue soft spring time music.)
I can just picture it: the birds are chirping and searching for worms, the sun is bright against the fresh blue sky, the breeze is crisp and light from the south, I pull out my capris and a short sleeve shirt and maybe even a pair of flip flops.
And I look out my window this morning.
(Music comes to a crashing halt.)
Snow flakes. Hello Springtime, didn't you get the memo? You're supposed to be here today.
Instead the birds are freezing their tail feathers off and all they can find are dead frozen worms stuck to the concrete, there is a layer of thick gray snow clouds for miles with a sharp stabbing northern wind chill and I am layering my clothing and sticking a robe and slippers back on.
Come to think of it, hibernation sounds good right about now. Wake me up when it's really spring.