Last night after work I dragged the Big Guy outside for Car Talk Home Edition. While he took my car for the “what’s making that embarrassing sound” portion of the show, I wandered around the yard looking for something to draw.
That’s when I saw it. One tiny yellow bloom on the forsythia bush. The bush is still mostly woody shoots right now, but that blossom, more than any isolated 80 degree day, was it. The first real sign that mud season is giving way to spring.