Okay, it's spring at last...

For weeks now, I've been saying I'll believe it's spring when I see a daffodil. And I wanted daffodils.

And for weeks now it's been cold, sometimes bitterly so, with rain and wind and snow and generally unseasonable chilliness. On Tuesday there was a dog dish one of the local shops had put out on the sidewalk for the refreshment of passing pooches. It was frozen solid still in the early afternoon.

Today started out chilly and grey, but the predicted rain didn't come and by mid-afternoon it was sunny and getting warm. I went for a walk with Beulah. On our way back to her car, I commented on how the garden on the corner of the street was usually really nice in May.

And then I saw it. A bit of yellow. "Daffodils!" I squeaked. And took a photo.



So now it's really spring, and I am happy.