Our outdoor chairs are waiting for Spring under the big old apple tree. Rumors abound all around town that Spring will make a brief appearance Sunday, it is whispered it will be 60 degrees or warmer. No snow in the forecast for all of next week. No Nor’easters in sight. At the convenience store, they were joking about a plague of Locusts. Just a joke, everyone was assured. I can’t wait to sit in those chairs, read a book, listen to music, take a nap.

Maybe plant a new tree. Waiting for Sunday.