Thank you, 8lbs 6oz Newborn Baby Jesus, in your golden, fleece diapers, Spring is finally here. Ok, so technically, Spring has been here for a while and also technically anyone north of Interstate 20 would probably say it’s been here for weeks. But they would be wrong, damn it. It’s not Spring until the azaleas and dogwood are in full bloom and it sure as hell isn’t Spring if it is snowing like it was weekend before last.
I swear that was the longest, freakiest, snowiest (!), coldest winter in memory, which granted, isn’t great, but I think we would remember it snowing in freaking March in Louisiana. Or any other month for that matter.