I was planning on writing a blog now, maybe on the metaphor hiding in the 8″ of new snow we just received in the middle of May. But then I heard this voice, which I decided was coming from outside. I am not sure if it was the trees, or the sky that just can’t shake the clouds and occasional snow squalls, or the black-headed grosbeaks and dark-eyed juncoes at the bird feeders that were calling me, but the message was clear – come on out, the air is fine. Great idea, I said to myself! So, I am now heading outside for a walk on this still somewhat blustery spring day… I’ll write that blog some other time.