Winter was very mild, almost like it didn’t happen. Every other day was a spring day. I could get used to winters like that.
Today is the first day of spring, but it feels more like the first day of summer. Bulb plants awoke and poked through the soil to greet the warming days in early February. In a normal year you might not see the shoots until April.
Ideas have started stirring, wanting to peek out into the world. They are dormant no more.