Just watching the rain fall.  It’s a heavy, drenching downpour, the kind you need in the spring to feed everything still asleep in the ground, the kind of rain that I endure because I know that behind that rain is sunshine and soft, spring flowers poking up through the soil, the kind of rain that will green my grass for summer.  Or at least it would if the grass wasn’t still frozen.  Oh, look.  The rain is bouncing off the driveway.   Boy, it certainly looks white as it falls.

Spring in Michigan.  You gotta be there!

For those of you in the south, spring has been underway now for quite some time.  But for those of us in the upper Midwest or East, spring is just beginning to poke it’s head out of the dwindling snowbanks.  There’s definitely still a chill in the air but when you  are use to it being 20, 39 feels pretty balmy.  And so, as I took a short office break and went outside to start working on my tan, I heard it – a sure sign of spring.  The thwack, thwack, thwack of a basketball hitting the pavement.