Reed and I went back and forth naming the things we miss about spring. Helen would chime in, too, mostly to hear her own voice. Reed misses grass and planting and the park, and I miss those things, too.
Meanwhile, we have been listening to The Long Winter in the car. Reading about cold in the cold is oddly comforting. But I guess that isn’t odd at all. We always want to know that there have been colder days.