My neighbor has tiny violas blooming in her grass, near the garage. I had a tax appointment in the morning yesterday so walked the cats around noon. The busier street by my house was noisy, so the cats headed for the neighbor’s yard, further from the cars. I don’t hold the leashes but keep a close eye. NO DIGGING, cats, at least not in the neighbor’s yard.
Little signs of spring. Spring still feels strange to me here, even after 24 years, because it is so long. We start in February but summer rarely arrives until July 4. And then it is very rarely hot. After summers in Alexandria, Virginia and Richmond, Virginia, it feels so odd to not be hot. Though my patients would complain when it’s 80 degrees and 60% humidity. “Hot and humid!” It is all relative. I have lived in quite cold areas, Wisconsin and Colorado, and fairly warm and humid in Virginia.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
KO Rural Mad As Hell Blog 
Living in the UK, it rarely is above 30 and even then only for a few weeks in the year.
We usually don’t hit 30C but did a few years ago.
Spring is often the opposite here. Blink and you miss it. Turn off the furnace one day; turn on the air conditioner a few days later. That is one advantage to getting out on a bike several days/week – I see the changes that folks often miss. This year we’ve had almost no winter. We had maple syrup weather in January. Due to the weird weather I decided to give the tree a year off to avoid stress.
Smart move. I had a rhododendren die from that week where we hit 100 two summers ago… almost three now.