Welcome to spring! Sez the cats. As March sunshine filled the front yard, Henry (the big guy above) and Lewis were out sniffing the garden and checking if the soil was suitable for hunkering down. It got me thinking about rakes and shovels.
Update: Two hours after I posted this, snow was falling in Magog. We remain optimistic.
Update 2: I have been told my title is not how most French-speakers would say, "Welcome to Spring." Since it is not actually wrong, just awkward, I'll leave it there and try to do better next time.
