On Waiting for Spring

The view from "Robley's Spot" is beautiful: blue sky (the kind one dreams about and longs for), a child's cottony-perfect white clouds, Parrot's Feather greening at lake's edge.

But pictures don't tell the whole story. See that chop on the water? Strong wind, the kind that bites through a wool coat and makes the 40-degree temperature feel much lower.

Come on, spring! Do your thing! I'm getting tired of waiting!