The first crocus, the first squill, and the soon-to-be first dafodills.



Reminder: Your local spring is forecast by your local groundhogs. Ignore celebrity groundhogs!
I’m looking forward to an early spring, despite my dread of the other effects of global warming.
For a couple of weeks the birds have been acting like it’s spring. Now the trees are getting in on the act.
Ekster la domo: mi kun nudaj piedoj. Fine printempo. #Esperanto #hajko #haiku Outside the house with bare feet. Finally spring.
That old familiar spring weather pattern—sun all week, rain over the weekend—doesn’t pinch the same now that I don’t have to work a regular job. #gratitude
February was crap for running (only got in 1 run, although 14 lifting sessions partially makes up for that). But March is getting off to a great start. #PolarBeat 🏃🏻♂️
I bestirred myself to spend three hours yesterday digging up the flower bed in front of our house, separating lilies and daffodils, and mixing in compost. Jackie replanted the flowers that we’d thinned along with some Siberian squills and some irises. Now I can spend the winter dreaming of spring flowers.
For the past three days the high has been supposed to be over 70 tomorrow, and each day when tomorrow comes, the high gets downgraded into the 60s. What’s up with that?
“After having been cold for six months, I’m about ready to spend some time being warm,” I say as I crank the thermostat up to 72℉.