We are awaiting the absence of dog sweaters and the presence of flowers. The snow is mostly melted, with small piles in corners of parking lots and in the shade of houses.
Soon, our yard will look like this:
And I will forget the times this winter that felt like getting through it was like this:
I am glad when I get home from work and it's still light out. How I forget each year--yes, the sun comes back.
And then we will have this, soaking up the heat, so much that she will have to shift into the shade: