It’s spring once again. But unlike many of the past, snow filled winters I don’t necessarily feel like we have earned it. Now don’t get me wrong, I am not wishing for 12 inches before the Final Four. Spring just doesn’t seem like such a big deal this year, but I will enjoy it just the same.
Most years I mark the turning of the seasons with a photo or two of the lamp post in my front yard. I love how it looks covered in snow, framed by green trees, or the wonderful orange and brown of fall. The season change, but it remains the same. How many things in life can you say that about? 