“Spring’s coming,” I announced happily.
“Molly,” Kurt replied in his patient voice, “it’s February.”
“Yeah, but it’s getting closer. I can tell!”
“Uh-huh,” he responded.
“Remember I told you how warm the sun was when I went running Sunday?”
He merely looked at me.
“And the finches! We haven’t had finches on our feeders in ages. Today there were three of them! Three!”
“Molly,” he repeated, “It’s February. In Maine. Spring is far, far away.”
“I think we’re turning a corner,” I insisted.
“Uh-huh.”
Nix the comfort zone 
I had the very same discussion yesterday!
“It’s the April showers!”
“No, it’s an aberration in February.”
“But..”
“No.”
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We’re just eternal optimists! lol
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Come to California. It’s always spring in Carpinteria.
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Ah, would that I could!
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