Spring comes to Cleveland

Winter seemed to take forever to arrive, and then stubbornly hung on once it was here. The vernal equinox came amid chilly temperatures, bracketed by snowfall. But even before the calendar announced the first official day of spring, I'd seen robins return and chipmunks chase each other through the melting snow. The pussywillow behind our house is in bloom, and fat buds are visibly swelling on the oak trees out front. These days I awaken to birdsong, something that has also gained the full attention of my cats.

And baseball season is back. I think the Indians have a good chance this year to do what they didn't quite do last year.

Here's to that hope!