maybe if they didn't flash all those lights at him, the groundhog wouldn't see his shadow every year.

I'm missing spring today.

It was warm enough, though, that I packed up the baby, dug the stroller out of the corner, and went for a walk. But it just wasn't the same as a spring time walk. As much as I love trying to push a stroller over ice covered sidewalks that are more bumpy than cobblestone roads (and not nearly as charming), and enjoying the lovely winter mold that covers the grass . . . Flowers and any sort of green would be better.

Since I don't have a enormous belly this year, I hope to have pretty flowers in the yard. I almost pulled weeds today, until I realized that since everything is dead, and the flowers looked just like weeds, I would probably do more damage than good. Is it the thought that really counts?