I thought it was over. The days were longer; the sun more intense. Scooter rides had been taken. We had even spent hours sitting out on the deck with books, toys and crafts. We had been a fond farewell to Winter and had welcomed Spring. I thought it was safe to put away the snow pants. And then . . .
Winter insisted upon one more dance.
I have to admit, the day after was a beautiful one. And that snow? The spring sun is already exerting its power. Drip, drip, drip.