Ahh spring… how I love thee after the harsh grasp of winter has finally abated.

Over the past week or so, you’ve been giving such clear signs that you’re finally here: the song of the Red-Wing Blackbird, the smell of rain in the air, the tiny shoots of grass sprouting from the cold earth being gobbled up and quickly regurgitated, the delicate tufts of fur floating past on a breeze right before choking my vacuum.

Ahh, spring… and huskies.