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Might As Well Be Spring

I'm probably jinxing things, but to quote Oscar Hammerstein II, the way things have been around SLC lately, "it might as well be spring". The disgusting brown ice piles have all melted, the sheet of ice known as my driveway is no longer a threat, and the temperature has been anywhere from the 50's to the mid-60's during the day. Indeed, the sun has mostly been out, people have been out exercising and breathing the inversion-free air, and I've been "restless as a willow in a windstorm". And thanks to Congress tackling the tough issues, next week brings us daylight savings time. Hoorah!

The typical spring in Northern Utah is basically what I like to call "Winter, the Sequel", or "Winter, Redux". And when March arrived this weekend, it looked like it had every intention of being typical. It arrived overnight with a violent windstorm, and some rain, and the Lion was making an effort to roar. But today is practically lamb-like, and for now, I'll take the early spring and the joys of going without a wool coat. Yes, I know that there will be snow again sometime before Mother's Day. But you can't blame a girl for getting excited.

And in another sign that spring is upon us, Major League Baseball Spring Training is underway. So if MLB says it's spring, I'll happily concur. Only 4 weeks until Opening Day!


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