This is surely the earliest spring ever. Both Wednesday and Thursday this week were high-fifties and sunny, and standing at my office window both days I could see a perceptible change in the greenness of the yard. Last year, we had eighteen inches of snow on March 7th. This year, I got out and started raking.
Pete spent the entire day tearing around, ears back, shooting up tree trunks and leaping through the winter-killed grass hummocks in the swamp. Genevieve got her first worm of the season, which I dug up when I planted my coldframe. That's right, I planted.
I also raked, dug, strolled, beamed, fenced, contemplated, and built a gate for the other side of the compost heap.
Oh, springtime. Every day next week is in the 50s or 60s. I think it might actually be for real.