Just a brief time ago, the temperature in my neighborhood was chilly, snowy, and a little bit frosty. My gloves were never too far from the front door, and those 3-inch heels were safely put away in the closet until the snow was just a fleeting memory. The weather is teasing us that winter will soon be gone as the sun starts to warm the earth. The days are starting to get longer, and our minds travel to the sweet days of summer.

As a little girl, I loved grandma’s house. There was always the smell of freshly baked something in the air. The kitchen was inviting, and I still found myself sitting at the table watching grandma move around the room like a master orchestra conductor. The brindled color collie, Lindy, was just close enough to be underfoot but smart enough to keep her distance as grandma did her multi-tasking dance.