Today is the day, but I have been seeing sure signs of spring before this. They are: convertibles with tops down last weekend, Brazilians with flip flops on at stores, people playing tennis outside in tennis dresses, and a fly on my fruit drink on my back porch. The only thing missing, and I just might not have been home to catch it, is seeing Pam Benjamin rollerblading around West Chop. Then I know it’s spring.
