I'll have to post a picture. My forsythia bushes are sunny yellow, and my gorgeous crimson tulips are blooming. Jonquils wave in the breeze. Okay, more of a rain-laden blast at the moment, but still. Best of all, it's been warm.
I've written a short story that needs work, and I'm working on another. I think I'm putting off working on the novel by writing them. Need to stop slacking.
Friday, I hope to put up a snippet. Been awhile since I've done that.