It was fifty outside and the thin pine trees were really swaying in the wind.  There was a dull roar in the background.  It was a perfect day to fly a kite except I didn’t have one.  This whole week promised to be above average temperatures.  Winter was winding down and this week was a preview of spring.  I just checked:  daffodils are poking their heads out of the soil.  Yesterday we saw pussy willow buds.  I am, next, searching for the primrose that come up even before the daffodils.  Winter is winding down.  Spring is now in the air.