We are ready for Spring here. The tulips are on their way up, the grass has been cut, and then this came today. I am dreading the inevitable mess in the back hall and mud room which I had in such a sparking clean state for the coming of Spring. Little muddy puddles, odd mittens, and big coats which cannot clean themselves up will be in the way as we prepare for a weekend up north in Traverse City.
When it gets snowy? Go further north, that's what I always say.