I think spring is finally here.
It is 71 degrees, for one thing. I went to the doctor this morning and I didn't wear a coat, only a sweater, and a three-quarter length sleeve sweater at that.
The best thing: the tiny leaves are starting to grow, spreading a soft green mist among the bare branches.
Daffodils are up.
Forsythia is blooming. Forsythia is not my favorite, crazy yellow shrub. But it is definitely a sign of spring, so I always welcome it, zany as it may seem.
The hyacinths are up, too. They always look a little forced and artificial to me, but they are undeniably pretty in all their varied pinks, purples and blues.
If it just doesn't snow tonight, I think we'll be in business.