Two days ago, walking through Tucson, I got my first whiff of citrus blossoms–that heady, over-perfumed scent so strong it almost seems artificial. Spring!

Yesterday, driving through Omaha with akamarykate, the brown hillsides had their first green, though the deciduous trees are still bare.

Last night, just before bed, I looked out my hotel window and saw the biggest, softest, white fluffy flakes coming down. This morning, the evergreens are heavy with that wet snow.

A last taste of winter, or a first taste of spring, it’s hard to tell. 🙂

(If you’re near Omaha–I’ll be at The Bookworm today at 4:30. Come by!)