I know this pro bably won’t cheer my fellow Goodboys up in the Great White North, but sure as you-know-what, spring is making its slow pace northward. How do I know? We have the first sweet-smelling buds appearing on our lime tree, and boy, they sure smell lovely.

Also, the house warmed up enough to actually kick in our A/C for the first time this year.

Also, the mourning doves are starting to pick up in number, cooing their way through the lazy warm afternoon this week that got into the mid-70s. It’s supposed to cool down for the rest of this week, but there’s no doubt that so-called “winter” is just about over in these parts.

Oh, did I mention that our swimming pool temperature bottomed out at 48 and now sits at a robust 53 degrees? That tells you that not only is the sun getting stronger, but its out long enough so that things just don’t cool down as quickly anymore.

And having the Sox’ pitchers and catchers arriving is a good feeling.

So hang in there my Goodboy friends – it may not seem like it where you are, but spring is surely on its way.