Just talked with daughter Emily. She was walking along through Central Park because the temperature was in the 50s -- which is warmer than it's been. I had fun telling her that it was in the 80s today, here in the sunny South. In fact, it's been a glorious several days. It's been great weather to get out on the bicycle. A long ride (more than half-century) on the road bike Saturday, and a quick 16 miles this morning early; also commuting four days out of the past five by bicycle.

On Saturday, the five of us who were on the long ride paused for lunch. We were eating out on a deck, along the banks of the Chickohominy River (did I spell that correctly?), and talking about how, exactly seven days earlier, the high had been 40 degrees. In fact, a week ago today school was cancelled because of snow.

But now, Spring is here, right?

Yeah, right. March is a month that breaks our hearts. After a few days like this, the return of cold weather is cruel.

But I'm enjoying this downpayment on the coming warm weather. The only sign that we ever had snow is that the daffodils are bent over. (They had bloomed, and the snow weighed them down.)