Spring Is Here

Spring is not here as yet, at least not on the calendar. But we have had an overly mild winter here in the Northwest. Although it did snow today...or so they tell me. I did not see a single snowflake. My wife, an earlier riser than I, insisted that she saw snow yesterday morning, But to me it feels like spring. The weather has been clear. Temperatures have been in the low 50s. The Olympic mountains stand out to the west, snowcapped from end to end. The flowering plum is in full bloom and the winds blow pink blossoms about, most of which stick to my car. The daffodils are not only up, but blooming. The iris are growing like weeds. And today, as I strolled back and forth on the patio, I heard the songs of house finches. Their song, to me, indicates that they have returned and brought spring with them. So to heck with the calendar. Spring is here.