It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. ~ Charles Dickens
It was one of those days, except it wasn’t. It was February 1 and unseasonably warm for these parts. The sky looked like winter and the air felt like spring at 60 degrees in the woods.
The Rose of Sharon believes that it is still winter.
However, the Poppies and the Snowdrops have other ideas as to how soon they will blossom.
Hope springs eternal.