A couple of years ago, I headed to a spring visit event for prospective students. Campus was deserted. We were in the midst of a snowstorm, classes had been canceled, and only the prospective students and their parents were up and about.
This morning, I headed to the same event, on almost the same date in the calendar, but the scene was quite different. It was a humid 70 degrees, students were sprawled on the warm stone benches, and the honeysuckle flowers were already adding a heavy dose of spring fragrance.
Many trees, shrubs, and lawns are still pretty bare, but our crocuses opened this morning, our hydrangea and roses are budding, and our kids only came inside once it was dark.