No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.
It is the middle of February and now the pastels and rabbits are beginning to appear
around the house. I am glad to feel good enough to dig in the closet. Last week was
horrible medical tests and biopsies; this week mammograms and bone tests. Even
Biscuit has to have her yearly shots this week. It is beginning to feel too druggy
around here! It feels good to see the spring tea pots, the spring flowers even if
most are silks.