It was up in the 50s today. Yay! Woot!
The rhubarb are beginning to show little red pen1ses, just the very starts of the explosion of greenery to come. I posted pictures last year from about two weeks later, and you can see how they end up looking like weird red brains before they open up fully.
The snow is almost all melted from the back yard, the sunny side of the front yard, and the driveway.
OmegaDotter has taken to wearing her flip-flops.
The twilight has now extended to about 11 p.m., which means that any opportunities for watching Northern Lights is now vanishing into the mists. Oh, if there’s a whopper of a solar flare, I might stay up until 1 a.m. But then again, I probably won’t. At least this year I finally saw some aurorae, and was totally, absolutely jazzed; all the result of the sun—at last!—gearing up from the solar minimum and producing some flares and plenty of sunspots.
There are pussy willows popping out; I have been watching their spread from the lower regions—which are warmer—up, bit by bit. The pussy willow line has almost reached the altitude of our house. (This is not to say that our house is high up; we are at about 700 feet above sea level.)
Many thanks for the virtual “there-there”s about the dotter’s foray into tween-hood and the relationships between the sexes. I have told her she can be T.’s “girlfriend”, which consists of maybe holding hands and taking walks, but dating waits until she’s 14 or 15. There are other issues, but they are related to living in a redneck-y, Bible-belt-y area of Alaska, and I may or may not discuss them in another post.
Right now, though, I’m just enjoying the real beginning of spring.