When I lived in Nebraska, folks used to joke that the season that follows Winter was Mud, not Spring. This week, which featured snow on Tuesday, is coming to an end quite a bit warmer than it began. Today there was sunshine and temperatures over freezing and we were all a bit giddy as we looked at the sky. Of course, all that melting snow means mud that re-freezes into slick ice for each morning. Meanwhile, my amaryllis grows and grows, every day closer and closer to a bloom that will celebrate Spring.