Charles Dickens had it right when he said, “It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.” We have so many such March days that it is not even funny! I look through the window, one day the daffodils are bright, crispy, happy, and yellowy and the next, wilted and yet looking forward to that sun. Just like those daffodils, one day I am all with warm coats and mittens, and the next, it is hello sunshine! Even as I go through the see-saw of emotions as I watch the plants around me, not to forget the jackets on chairs ready to go into hibernation, my thoughts are on the dishwasher that is broken. I chose to ignore the sink anyways which is piling up slowly. What can a girl do, but simply sigh? I wake up as usual at the wee hours of the day, come to my kitchen and even in the darkness that is around, I can see, well rather feel the piles of dishes sitting in the sink. I am reminded of a friend who no matter how late in the night, will empty the dishwasher, load, and then go to bed. She claims she cannot sleep without doing that. I have known her for over twenty years now and wish I had borrowed that habit from her. I can only sigh again, make my cup of coffee, and sit sipping enjoying the sounds of the birds chirping outside welcoming the day. It is spring – unofficially. Puxstwaney has predicted wrong again even though the past two days feel like he may be right. But the birds, the buds, the green grass, and the shining sun all speak otherwise! My dogs are already busy spotting the birds, chasing after them, trying to catch the squirrels, and barking at them. I don’t want to wake the neighbors up, I bring them in with the lure of food. I am ready for random internet browsing before I can tackle those dishes and the day ahead, well not random really. Anyways as soon as I open my tab, the first thing I see is – I Meant to Do My Work Today I meant to do my work today— But a brown bird sang in the apple tree, And a butterfly flitted across the field, And all the leaves were calling me. And the wind went sighing over the land, Tossing the grasses to and fro, And a rainbow held out its shining hand— So what could I do but laugh and go? Richard Le Gallienne Now, after reading that, tell me what else can a girl do than go looking for that rainbow? Happy Spring!