Today we woke up to a return of winter at the Windmill Inn. Yesterday was a pleasant day in the 70’s wearing shorts and flip flops, and enjoying a day of fishing with my daughter Sara in the mountains. When I woke up this morning everything was covered in a blanket of snow. On my morning walk with the dogs, the air was so quite I could hear the snow landing on my jacket. My eyes were seeing winter, but my ears were hearing spring with the river flowing, Meadowlarks, Robins, and Bluebirds singing in the background. The sounds were so crisp and clear. As Suzie and I ate breakfast, we enjoyed watching the huge, puffy, white flakes of snow fluttering to the ground and flocks of Bluebirds flying by. We’ll miss winter, but we’re definitely enjoying the beginning of spring.