I emptied my parka’s pockets today, removing three pair of gloves; the 30 below-zero pair, the fleece pair, and the brightly flowered garden gloves, along with the ubitquitous crumpled (but clean) tissues. At different times during the past week, sometimes in the same day, I’ve worn all three pair.
A half dozen daffodils are blooming along the front walk, amidst the leaves I raked from the bed a few days ago, which have since blown back. As I accept the inevitable, the reprise of my leaf-raking performance with three costume changes, I imagine a conversation between the daffodils and the leaves. “It’s going to be cold, again, tonight. Tuck us in, will ya’?”
“I’ll let you sleep in, until the weekend,” I interrupt, acutely aware I’m talking to myself, rather than to bunches of stems, leaves and blossoms, “then I’ll strip away the covers. Sleep well, my darlings.”
Jane Wilson 
Am so glad you are finally losing some clothes (gloves) and that the daffodils are brave enough to pop their heads out–Spring’s finally in your garden. . . .YAY! 🙂
It’s in the garden, but not in the house! I’m still sleeping beneath an electric blanket and a couple of comforters, while running a space heater. It’s sunny at noon and my indoor thermometer reads 59 degrees.
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Spotted a crocus in the remnant snow this morning. There is hope.
There is.
Hope the daffodils enjoy the next nights’ warmth! Loved this!
Sue,
We had the most beautiful weather, today! Leaves will be gone this weekend!
Hugs,
Jane