When the temperature hits seventy degrees in mid-February you don't anticipate Spring, but live like it is Spring. It was such grace to sit on the deck, breathe in the fresh air, soak up the sun rays. What blessed warmth! The children put on their snow boots to trudge around the yard, and, as I learned later, pretended they were explorers during pre-historic times. I had an inkling something was up as I overheard conversation about a T-Rex and going back in time. The garden looks so gray and dreary, but over the next month the transformation to green will begin!