This past Friday we had a snow day due to the two inches of white stuff that fell the night before.
Today it's 78 and gorgeous.
Trees are budding out, the forsythia are doing their thing and it's spring here in the South.
However, I'm not naive. Mother Nature isn't finished with winter yet. I still remember the spring break a few years ago when it went from 85 to 18 in one day.
I won't believe it's truly spring until about, oh, the 20th of April.
But I'm going to enjoy the day or two we get here and there.