After what seemed like an interminable winter, we are thisclose to spring in the Poconos. My barberries are getting little leaf buds, and the cat is itching to go outside and find grass. When I drive in to work each day, I've noticed the forsythia are maybe a week or so away from popping into their golden glory.
Another sign of spring is our company softball games. Practice may start as early as tonight, and I can't wait to put on my cleats.
That's me last year. Just call it my softball slouch. Man, I need to do some yoga to work on that posture...
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