Today it's 50 degrees. There are puddles everywhere, melting snow and ice. I just returned from the woods wearing only a t-shirt (oh, and pants). Amazing. Dare I dream of an early spring? Last fall, I planted daffodil and tulip bulbs for the first time. Every day I smile, imagining how pretty the yard will be in April. But how wonderful would it be if it all came just a tad sooner? A girl can dream.