There are buds on a few trees, and there are daffodil leaves in my yard.
It's about damn time.
This year I had the not-so-surprising realization that winter and I? We don't do well together. I'm not sure if it's the darkness (leaving the house in the dark and returning in the dark), the relentless cold (I've spent the last few months in doubled wool socks, multiple layers of fleece, and a constant hat -- and I live in DC), or what, but the last few years have been really difficult between, oh, Thanksgiving and Easter.
I'm making a note in my planner for next year so that I'm not caught off guard, but right now I'm glorying in the ability to hang the coats back up (even if I'm still befleeced) and imagine gardening sometime in the near future.
Here's to having actual energy!