Waiting for Spring

is spring far away?

The hound and I went for a walk and decided that it was either a happy hour or something to do with spring...not winter.

It feels strange outside...not warm but a long shot from cold and we, (the hound and yours truly) were sorely tempted to ask our butler to mix a wee batch and rustle up some cheese and crackers and, post haste, bring them hence.

Alas. No butler.  Actually no cheese and crackers.  But a fella can dream a bit.