It’s still cold. I know it’s only the first week of March, and I know you all are probably sick of hearing about it. And I’m sick of living it.
I started writing in a 5-year diary in January, and as I look back I have to chuckle at my entries. I feel like I’ve written all of these a hundred times: Cold today. Still cold. Really cold today. Still really cold. Cold again today.
It’s funny and sad at the same time. 😉
My little pot of bulbs at home has been beautiful–the daffodils are starting to look a little ratty but the hyacinths are blooming and, as hyacinths always do, they smell just incredible.
The temperature is supposed to rise over the next few days and be above freezing by the first part of next week; I’ll believe it when I see it.