I know spring can't be too far away here when they geese stop on their way through. On the way to Mom's yesterday I remarked to John that they should be in the swamp near the corner. I was momentarily disappointed when they weren't there. This year they were on the other side of the road just a little further on from where I usually see them.
I've been in a full blown depression the last few weeks. Winter doesn't seem to want to end. Mom has had another round of doctor appointments. The kids at work really have cabin fever. Add to these the death of two good men, both only in their 50's.
Sunny days, the return of the geese and shrinking snow banks are helping to get me back to myself again.