I wish I had some great beer story to share with you tonight, but really all I have are a couple simple sentences. It's the last day of March, MARCH everyone, and I'm sitting outside on our deck, which is completely free of snow. The birds are chirping and the frogs in the nearby pond are going gangbusters with their song. I'm sans shoes (but in full disclosure I should mention, also a sweatshirt) and enjoying a fine, craft brewed beer.
My baby toe on the left foot is trying to convince me it's clear sailing from here on out but the rest of me knows this the the calm before the storm. The snowstorm which is sure to arrive before we're truly free of winter's hold. But in the meantime, soak it in. It's good for the soul.