I woke up this morning with a huge grin on my face because this is what spring in Iowa looks like:
Everyone I spoke with today lamented the weather. So cold, they said. Not very springlike, they complained. Why can’t it be warm? they whined.
I ignored them. I called my dad to swap excited accumulation totals. I smiled my secret smile and reveled in every flake that fell (and is still falling!). Summer can wait.