It feels like spring. The snow has melted, except where it was piled high by shovel and snow blade. The melted snow reveals the dog's treasures in the front yard - blue promotional balls from the HS basketball games, red water bowl, a green Mountain Dew can. These are the only splashes of color I see when I go outside and they are soon picked up. It is a gray, grey, gurray day. I've seen other bloggers post pictures of crocus blooming. That is still a month away here in northern Indiana, although I find some crocus leaves emerging, a hopeful sign of spring. So I turn and walk indoors to enjoy the daffodil bouquet on my table, courtesy of Krogers.