I went out in the back yard last night, and yes, the peepers are singing, and I can still hear them, in spite of my hearing going south, or somewhere, but they are perhaps a bit more muted than in the past. And the daffodils are in bloom, while the crocuses are already past. Leaves appearing on the crabapple near the house, and buds are swollen on many trees. It may reach 80 degrees tomorrow; who can work?
Narcissus, or Daffodil, if you wish, in front of my house. And behind my house is the pheasant that has been around since October when the early heavy wet snow took down the nets at the pheasant farm across the street. This fellow would like a mate; he sits on this downed tree in the late afternoon catching the last of the sun.