In this crazy world we are currently inhabiting, it's insane to remember that it is still only February. Photos from Rosie and my walks would try to convince us otherwise.
The unseasonal warmth has sent the early spring flowers into bloom already, and I'm hearing rumors that DC's cherry blossoms are already starting to show.
As Rosie and I walked through the wooded trails surrounding our neighborhood yesterday, I wondered how I felt about it. I love traditional winter hibernation, and this spring warmth, though more than welcome come March and April, is freaking me out a little here in February. I don't feel that overt joy that comes with the much needed release from Winter's Wrath, because it's so ghastly inappropriate here in February.
But then I took a deep breath, put on a smile and thought Que Sera, Sera. Whatever will be will be. At least we have this beautiful day.