It was a mild winter, which suited me just fine. And then suddenly it was summer with 80 degree days, then as suddenly it was blowing snow and wintery, and now it feels like spring. Cool mornings and evenings, a chill in the air even when it reaches 70, and flowers. Yep, this funny weather has done wonders for the blossoms. It seems everything is out at once.
In England, it seems typically you get the crocuses and snow drops in January, followed by daffodils, then tulips, then irises, etc. This year in DC, it seems the crocuses came after the daffodils and the daffodils and hyacinths have been out for a couple of months now. And in some yards, they're all enjoying the sunshine together. Apple, redbud, tulip and dogwood trees are in bloom. The cherry blossoms are past their prime. The magnolia blossoms have come and gone.
If this funky weather means a shortened season, then I'm a bit sad about that. Spring is the best thing to come out of winter and it helps pull me out of my winter funk. Regardless of the duration, I've been enjoying wander around taking pictures. Not quite as fun as rambling along the English countryside, but not bad for city living.
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