A pre-storm warm front blustered through our area on Sunday, bringing summer-like weather. And big wind gusts. The kind that howl. Once I collected the detritus of 30 mph wind gusts: our trash can, plastic sled (kids left outside full of blue surgical gloves filled with water -- don't ask -- which then toppled over and sailed into a neighbor's yard, spreading blue hands from here to kingdom come), Nerf darts, and lawn chair (my fault) I finally got around to getting ready for a bike ride. I celebrated the glorious warmth by wearing my beloved bike sandals, a definite sign that Spring's here to stay. The lake ice has sailed towards Canada, finally and my little piggies are dancing a happy tune.