I know it will get cold again; even our probable last frost-free date of May 15 has been exceeded in recent years. But yesterday it was like a switch had been flipped.
Heated buildings were suddenly colder inside than out. Some we opened to get some more heat inside. Others—such as the workshop—I left closed, already thinking of keeping the cold inside, icehouse-like, for those hot days of summer.
Last night was the first I heard American toads calling this year, adding their song to the chorus of spring peepers, themselves much louder and faster in the warmth than the last few weeks' cold.
Overnight rains turned the lawn green, seemingly just like that.
