If I seem to be complaining, I'm not. The crocuses have come and gone. The apple trees are budding. The Trilliums are up in the woods and I rescued our first daffodil from the snow yesterday. We've had a week of sunshine. As Steve suggests the heat wave is on its way. We've already got two trips planned. A friend often refers to spring snow as the poor mans fertilizer. It brings the greenest grass of the season, that will soon need cutting.