I'm naming the current time of year as Waiting Season. Winter, such as it was this year, is over, but nothing much has started yet to replace it. I have no signs of spring greenery, unless I count the two-inch high leaves from an Easter flower of 15+ years ago. The migration of spring birds is still pretty early in the process. I haven't seen any baby animals yet. So basically, it's an overcast sky, chilly, breezy and leafless trees in a quiet forest. Not the most exciting of seasons.
So it was kind of shock when I drove off the mountain yesterday and down into the warmer valley where the lawns are greening and daffodils are blooming. Weird.