Inkspots: Of spring, mud, musings
I think spring has sprung – if it hasn’t, don’t tell me. It seems like we went from sub-zero, snowy days to ever-so-lovely sunny days in the blink of an eye. Or before you could say Jack Robinson. Or faster than the speed of light. Or . . . okay, I’ll stop with the cliches. I guess I’m just a little giddy at not having to bundle up like an Eskimo to take Seamus for his daily walk.