It Will All Change In a Few Weeks

I’m ready for the color to return.

I’m tired of all the washed-out hues -- browns, greys and off-whites melding on the horizon into a dull, featureless sky.

Flowers have yet to bloom. Leaves have yet to pop. The residue of winter has yet to be washed from the land by spring rains.

In town, the streets are dirty from a winter of sanding. Yards are showing only the slightest hint of green as four months' accumulation of dog poop makes its appearance after being hidden under the cover of snow.

Friends from other parts of the country post pictures online of their flowering dogwood trees and tulips...