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Yesterday's "I-cannot-tell-a-lie Cherry Pie"

It's 70 degrees outside and my daughter is asking if she can start wearing shorts.  I reminded her that  there's still a month until spring...ample time for more winter weather.

This winter has proven to be a little more wintery than most.  The more stalwart of the daffodils that sometimes start blooming right about now are still a no-show, nary a leaf poking out of the ground.  I checked this morning, and the hellebore still looks the same as it did a month ago.

And while winter is not over, I think it is safe to say that the transition to spring has begun.  There is this 70-degree day for starters and the wind, oh the wind.

There was also a raucous robin making a racket outside my window this morning.

Basketball officially ended on Saturday.  Baseball practice starts on Friday.

We're practicing Irish fiddle music with more diligence, getting ready for St. Patrick's season.

My son is hacking and coughing and sneezing and sniffing.  Could it be true that spring pollen is in the air?  Or does he just have a cold?  I wonder.

Ah yes, and the looming tax deadline is really starting to make my blood pressure to spike.  It's not all pleasant.

These signs all point to spring.  I've enjoyed the extra-wintery weather, but my windows need washing and I could definitely benefit from some sunshine.  However, I think we'd better leave the shorts stored a way for a few months longer.