This may be the last of the spring pictures because it should be clear that winter has lost the battle. And all these freakish cold days are just desperate cries for attention. Really, the only season winter can beat is fall.

The march towards spring continues. Take that winter! Despite all your best efforts i wore flip flops yesterday and i hear the crows and other birds returning as i text.

More evidence i've collected to prove to myself that this is just a cold spring, but spring nonetheless.

Maybe i just want to believe, but dandelions are a sure fire sign of spring!

Today i spotted the first signs of spring. Yay! I'd be in a good mood - but ranting blog post to come later.

When I was younger i had this t-shirt that I loved. It had a picture of this little girl that looked kind of like me, with some flowers, and then it had this poem (done in puff paint if I remember correctly).

"Spring has sprung
The grass has riz
I wonder where my posie is"

I used to hum that poem to myself, i had a tune that i made up for it...

Then my sister had this dandelion book which sang the story (it came with a cassette tape!). So, recently, I've walked down the road from home and watched the dandelions suddenly appear, all yellow in their glory, seen the buds appear on the trees, almost unnoticeable until overnight the trees are all green, and the rains have come, making everything even greener. Then inevitably, the dandelions changed to their poofy state, and I'd hum the song from that dandelion book.

"Dandelion, don't blow away
Save your strength, enjoy the day"

Watching spring just made me wish I could put this all into a poem or dance or song...I feel this urge to express myself artistically. For now, I guess this post will have to do.