Record-breaking snowfall. Teeth-chatterinly cold. An unending deep-freeze. A ever-lasting blast of ice.
It was beginning to feel as if the season of would never end. Even as the spring daffodils poked their delicate flowers out of the ground and the tulips began to bud, another dose of snow hit Central Indiana with one-last attempt to make its presence known.
Yet, spring eventually poked through: The trees push out new leaves. The grass turns brilliant green and thick. The birds collect nesting materials and proclaim the arrival of warmth from high atop spruce perches. It is glorious.
It is finally spring. The long winter is over. We should celebrate.