Crocuses

It is still February. There is still morning frost. However. It was in the sixties when I bicycled in Forest Park today and these beauties were blooming when we walked past them yesterday. Could this be spring? Maybe. There are still plenty of names left in the Weather Channel’s alphabet of winter storms. I first thought that naming blizzards was a dumb idea, but now I believe that it is a good idea. Personalizing them makes one more aware and better prepared. I won’t worry about that today. I’ll worry about that tomorrow. Today, I reveled under that big boiling ball of gas (plasma actually) in the sky and I plan on doing this again tomorrow. So, I guess I’ll have to push off any winter worries for another day or two or maybe more…