Today is the first day this year I’ve been outside without a coat or a jacket or a sweatshirt. It’s almost eighty degrees, both outside and in the house.
I took advantage of the weather to wash my car and walk around my yard looking for any early blooming flowers. Sure enough, I found the yellow daffodils that always emerge first. It was a small patch of color, but very welcome. The tulips are coming along nicely too, although they won’t bloom for another month.
Three men in a boat were fishing outside our back door on the St. Joe River, while Earl watched longingly from inside. They caught a fish, so Earl ran out to photograph it and them. I don’t know if he promised the men a copy of the photo.
The thing is, if I hadn’t checked the weather forecast for the rest of the week I would have thought spring had really sprung. It’s been over seven weeks since Punxsutawney Phil didn’t see his shadow, and that’s supposed to mean an early spring. Given that the official start of the season was last week, I’m becoming skeptical about the groundhog’s ability to predict its arrival.
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