THE BEST TIME OF YEAR

This blog will not be profound (as if any of my thoughts are profound.) Spring begins on Sunday and I am so ready. It’s a beautiful day here in Northern California. It indeed feels and looks like spring, with temperatures around 75 today. Trees are blooming leaves, flowers are springing forth and the golf clubs are calling my name.

I, for one, am not a fan of less daylight, but more. My favorite day of the year is June 21—the longest day of the year. It was strange, though, last night to still see the sun out at 8:00 P.M.

Baseball will begin in three weeks—a sure sign that we’ve made it through another winter.

Best of all, shorts, t-shirts and flipflops. I know that sentence does not contain a verb—but just think about it…you’ll find one.

When we get to heaven, of course, we will no longer have to fall back or spring forward, as there will be no more night there. Think about that!