Yesterday it hit 16 degrees and today was 34 and it seemed warm.  I wore the same clothing.  Yesterday when I went out it did not take long for me to become chilled.  I would reach for my gloves right away.  I wanted them just for the fifteen feet walk to the car.  Come April or May, 34 degrees will seem cold but today I was grateful it hit that temperature.  Your expectations define the weather.  I almost considered today to be a heat wave.  And praised the Lord for small favors.  Everything is by grace.  Even the temperature outside.

Spring was less than five weeks away.  I started my countdown.  It was close enough to it.  I do this every year.  It is a little game I play.  I am waiting for the warmer weather.  The spring.  The blackberries and raspberries I pick.  My annual camping trip I take in May with my buddy.  The explosion of life.  The first flowers — daffodils.  Everything.  Every year I have a countdown.  The winter that passes me and I endure just makes spring that much sweeter.  Right now there is quite a bit of snow on the ground.  I know in less than six weeks it will be all gone and the daily temperatures will gradually rise.  My countdown is my anticipation of spring and what follows.