It’s too early, but it’s been… what? Two weeks now? The temperatures have been so mild, we’ve been sleeping with windows open, and nary a fire needs to be started at five o’clock in the morning. The grass is greening, and the cows are eating it. The daffodils are in bloom, the maples are all abuzz with the activity of thousands of honeybees, and the Bradford pears are just about to explode in millions of snowy white blossoms. Only the apple trees seem resistant to the siren call of spring; they show no signs of life, and I can’t help but admire their wisdom. We’re due for a frost this weekend. Hopefully, there won’t be too much damage.