My daffodils are coming up. In February! The abnormally high temperatures—following two weeks of the coldest, nastiest winter weather I've ever seen in this state—have the poor flowers thoroughly confused.
I can't really blame them; I've been feeling oddly upbeat and energized myself. Maybe that's because the awful weather is gone (at least for the moment; we've still got weeks of winter left and who knows what's yet to come), but I think it actually started while there was still snow on the ground. I feel like I did in my late teens and early twenties when I was first living on my own (and loving it), working full time, and putting myself through college (also full time). I was busy, but pleasantly so. That only lasted a year or two before I cut back on my semester hours, fell in love, got married, and generally turned into a "grown-up." But I remember that as one of the happiest and most intellectually rewarding times of my life, and I've been flashing back to it a lot lately, which is cool. Maybe I just need to quit listening to '80s music and find something a little more current!