There is some symbolism here that I just can't ignore.
Friday morning, heading back up the driveway after getting the newspaper, I noticed that my pot of Christmas boughs, which has stood since early December, had been blown over by Thursday night's strong winds.
About 15 feet further up the sidewalk, I found this:
A weed, yes. But it's blooming and pretty and extremely exciting to see so early in April.
This comes after a week of way-above-average temperatures. I actually hung up the kids' winter coats, which certainly ensures one more cold snap before the arrival of summer.
Last Wednesday, March 31st, I was able to go jogging in shorts and a tank top. It was heavenly. I shaved over 30 seconds/mile off my typical running time. Ironically, last year on March 31, we were hit with a snowstorm that shut down schools and even the local shopping mall.
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