Singer's death sparks childhood memories

I was way too young to think about boys.
But there he was. Those eyes, that smile. And when he talked - ahhh.
I oh so carefully mounted his picture on the wall above my dresser. I was in heaven.
And now, no doubt in the minds of grown up little girls around the world, Davy Jones is in heaven, too.
Thanks for the memories, Mr. Jones.

What is going on with this weather?

Mild weather, sunshine, a little green cropping up in the lawn.
What is February trying to do to us? Don’t mess with us, winter. You tempt us with spring and then you will taunt us with snow.
We’re on to you. Behave yourself. Give us spring when we deserve it. And don’t snatch it back with icy precision.
We have dogs to walk and hills to climb and waves to ride and trails to traverse in the open air. Do not mess with us.