Spring is here ... maybe

The thing I find interesting about seasons in Indiana is how abrupt they are. Unlike Southern California, where the seasons are more subtle (What Michael would call non-existant), in the Midwest the sesons change seemingly overnight. A week ago everything looked gray and dead, and now I am seeing trees with pale blossoms, we have 3 blooming crocuses and a spray of yellow daffs in the front flower bed. Sabine and Arabella are spending as much time outside in the sunshine as I will let them. Maybe it's all the sunshine that is causing them to grow like weeds -- Arabella has grown at least an inch since Thanksgiving! If I didn't see the marks on the wall where I emasured her, I would never believe it. This might be whyt eh two girls are eating like a couple of teenage boys. They go through 2 gallons of milk a week. Just them -- I'm not drinking it, and M only puts it on his cereal, which he eats maybe twice a week. It's a little unnerving.