Tuesday, February 28, 2023

The groundhog lied

Last Thursday I walked to the end of the cluster and back, a journey of perhaps 700 steps total. I was absolutely flummoxed to see fully grown and blooming daffodils at the side of one house.


It’s not even March, people, and daffs are acting like we’re headed straight into April. Those flowers had to have stuck their noses up through the surface of the earth at least two weeks ago to be this far along. It’s whacky.

I know why they’re doing it, tho—we’ve had such bizarre weather really all winter. Thursday, in fact, it hit 81F in The District They Call Columbia; it was 78F in the People’s Republic. Then it snowed (well, dusted) on Saturday and the temps stayed in the 30s all day. The plants are confused.

Like the rest of us.

I think this means that we’re going to have a really bad year for fleas, now. Folks with furry friends better stock up on remediation.

 

 

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