Spring? Yeah, Right!

There is snow on the ground again.

It's getting harder and harder to believe that spring is ever going to come this year.

My mother once (once! probably every spring since we moved to this cold climate from the tropical wetness of the Philippines) promised me that spring would come. She always said, "When the crocuses bloom, then you'll know it's spring." This comment was designed not only to give me assurance that it would definitely be warm again, and probably pretty soon, but also to let me know that I couldn't wear my shorts and sandals, because it really was still winter, and this is Utah.

Well, my crocuses have bloomed, but the snow is going to keep me from wearing my new sandals anyway.

Dang.