Yesterday I noticed Mrs Cropper’s first crocuses were coming up. Today there’s a snowfall warning in effect and I had to wear a hat for my short run past Mrs Cropper’s soon-to-be-frozen crocuses.

Something very appealing is happening outside in the sky with the sun (or the megawatty moon). The sky has turned on after days on the dimmer. A pinky hue is falling on one, two, three, four, five, six chimney pots I have hitherto never noticed.  (and one satellite dish).

Oh sweet Spring — is that you? Are you knocking?!