I've attached little paper butterflies to everything I can find, but I have been unable to add even a few degrees to the thermometer.
I've tossed to boys out several times a day, only to be met with requests for gloves, tissues and complaints of "we're cold!!". I can't argue with them - so am I. I will admit it, maybe I have a case of Seasonal Affective Disorder. Dennis keeps reminding me that "it's only March". Well, today, it's April, and I felt teased by one sunny, warm day we experienced two weeks ago.
Will a little Springtime poetry work?
Awake, thou wintry earth - Fling off thy sadness! Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth Your ancient gladness! ~Thomas Blackburn, "An Easter Hymn"
Come on everyone - think Spring and "fling off thy sadness"!