I woke up today and felt a little more cheerful. My quilts looked good in the sun and I didn’t mind crawling our from under them.

Yesterday was a slog. I realize I’ve been struggling with spring. I should welcome it, right? Honestly though, when I look out and see all the green in the yard, I resent it. The changing of the season means the passage of time and that scares me a bit.

However, I’m going to go outside and admire the daffodils today. If you don’t see a picture of a daffodil on here tomorrow you may reprimand me.

Onward.

Thoughts?