I was beginning to think the season would never act its age. Finally we approach Easter with a day in the 70s predicted. The blood moon behind us now (three more to go) we push onto the days ahead. I’ve seen an eclipse like that…it was awesome but now it’s the warm sunshine I long to see. The light looks more spring-like now but the warmth has been slow to bleed through. There’s a magic to this time of year like no other. Robins are birds some would call simple but I love them. The sunset’s red glare really capitalized this one. What isn’t hopeful about this? The buds are springing to life now too. Dare we hope no for snow to be done now for a while? Whatever may come…hope springs eternal.