This Friday night I am sitting outside, in jeans and a short sleeve shirt in 70 degree weather, drinking a cold beer and reading the Sport Illustrated baseball preview. All around me I hear neighbors talking and stirring, with music wafting over the fence from a party somebody is hosting a few houses over. I’ve crumpled our weekly newspaper and tossed it into our fire pit for the blaze I plan to light when darkness falls. Kasey is digging and dozing in the last rays of sunlight.
All in all, not a bad way to start the weekend! I’m saying spring has sprung.