Spring sprang, or has it?

Spring seems to have sprung, and I’m cautiously optimistic but not totally convinced winter is over. I see the rhubarb peeking out from the dirt, daffodils look like asparagus about to open, and even my chives are about five inches tall. Yet, I’m not convinced, and with good reason, I have a photo I took last year of a vase of daffodils on a snow-covered patio table on our deck.

This is my third spring here, so I am no longer a total newbie. Therefore, I believe I have enough authority to rename the winter to spring transitional months on the Waitsburg calendar. First change: Fickle February,...