What's New, Magoo?

Can it be spring already?

It looks like it from here. The sun is shining, rain drying, the doves are back...it has that hard-to-describe spring feeling in the air. I know sunshine doesn't have a scent, but it smells like sunshine.

I've been chopping the hell out of my yard. Pruning roses -- and just about everything else that falls in the path of my trusty scythe. And I'm working on the edits to The Darkling Thrush. Someone pointed out how many titles I had/have with "dark" in them, so this is...