Spring committed itself finally on the last day of March. Everywhere I look there is color - the azaleas are budding, the pierris is covered in little white bells and the periwinkle is going nuts.
I seem to have twice as many daffodils as last year, in big clumps.You can be sure I will be putting in lots of daffodil bulbs in whatever yard I own next. When I got home around 6:30 last night, it was warm and sunny and still in the mid-70's.
But along with all the plants I want, like these delicate grape hyacinths, there were also tiny white flower-topped weeds all over the yard. Clearly it was time to mow. And it was amazing to shake off the gray of the previous week and be out working in a tank top in the sun. Afterwards, I sat on my front step and drank an icy beer as the air started to dip below 70. I remembered why I love this part of the country so much.