If Sunday was the first day that the late afternoon sun felt like it had the beginning of an attitude, and Monday was just plain gorgeous after a coolish start, then Tuesday was the first day you could feel Spring coming on. The feathery acacia out back is bursting with yellow buds and – here’s the real sign – I heard the first cooing of mourning doves filling the air most of the daylight hours. Which means, pretty soon I ought be seeing them gathering on the roof of Keith’s house next door and on our east wall checking out our lemon and lime trees for possible nesting sites. It’s not as if there aren’t several empty nests ready for immediate dove occupation, either!

It may be winter back home in the Northeast, but here in the Valley of the Sun, Spring is being sprung!

This weekend, in addition to the Super Bowl, is also the weekend of the Waste Management Phoenix Open. And the weather is going to be Chamber of Commerce-perfect: sunny and in the ’70s. Scottsdale will be hopping and the folks are going to be loving it!