It's finally looking a little something like spring in the northwestern corner of the country. Daffodils are in full bloom, cherry blossoms coat the ground, lilacs are filling the air with their scrumptiousness and things are beginning to sprout in the garden (chives, oregano, thyme, arugula, weeds). Our neighbor cats are sniffing each other out for hot cat sex and I've seen more than one lone dog seeking out a furry companion. It's mating time! Yesterday was the first day was able to get away with wearing short (rather than long and heavily insulated) spandex on my bicycle ride and a twanglit (my word for delightful smorgasbord) of stranger folks smiled and waved hellos as I peddled down the street. I don't think there is a population of people more in love with warmth and sunshine than Pacific Northwestern humans.