Right now, thinking about spring is a happy thought. I’m not in the best of all possible mental frameworks. The odds of my getting a vaccination anytime soon are almost nil. Massachusetts doesn’t have any sensible plant for distributing vaccines and the way they have it set up, it could be next summer before I get into a queue. It’s depressing to think about and I’m trying not to think about it. And not succeeding. So thanks to Cee, I’m thinking “daffodils,” those sweet yellow flowers that sing of springtime and warmer breezes.