Ah. Signs of spring. Not robins. Not flowers. Not green grass and blue skies. It's books. Wonderful, glorious, abundant and bountiful overflowings of books. I love owning a used bookstore. I especially love owning a messy used bookstore. I'm not being overly sarcastic or facetious when I say that either. Although I would dearly love to see a robin I am seeing signs of spring every day. People I haven't seen since the fall are coming in to see me again. Book collections that went away for the winter are coming back in. The Plum Series. Carly Phillips, Sandra Brown, Jennifer Crusie. Not to mention newer titles that were purchased when my snowbirds ran out of books. On the surface this does make us look messy and unorganized. Underneath it all is a whole new inventory outlook. Messy means I am getting in treasures. People are doing their spring cleaning. I'm getting in boxes of old and unique books. It is almost a whole new store every week. So when I wake up in the morning to 2 more inches of that white stuff that keeps plaguing us or a bright sunny morning that segues into a wintery mix in the afternoon. When there is nary a robin or flower or hint of green in sight. I come to work and surround myself with signs of spring.