At last we can see signs of Spring.
I don't recall St. Louis ever having snow on the ground for such a long period. We pride ourselves in our always changing climate.
One evening, I decided to grill a steak. First, I noticed how light it was outside. But, then I heard what sounded like dogs howling coming from an odd direction. Then, I heard a loud fluttering of wings and looked up to see two large owls mating.
I ran for my camera, but the deed was done, they'd gone to separate corners, having a cigarette?
I saw a flock of robins last week, but in my own house, Dave declared it Spring with his T-shirt.
A few days later, we spotted the first knees of Spring at church! We have several men at church who wear shorts 10 out of 12 months---that's a club that Dave would gladly join.
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