Though it appears like clockwork each year, it always feels like the most magical of moments. We enthusiastically cast off the heavy, grey cloak of winter. Then we put it back on as we get a chill. But, it’s there, even if just on the periphery – SPRING. She does like to toy with us. One day gracing us with warming sunshine, pools of melted ice, a glimpse of tiny buds pushing through an icy crust, and in the distance, the melodic song of a bird newly returned from southern climes.