Right now, outside my window, the sun is shining brightly, the dogwood tree has leaf buds, and the daffodils are swaying gently in a light breeze. Bright purple dots in my lawn signal eruptions of violets. Somewhere nearby, a bird is singing.
Sounds pleasant, right?
If I open my door, I will be hit in the face with 42 degree air. That's up from this morning, when it was in the mid-30s. The little snow icon on my Volkswagon dashboard, the one that tells me that conditions are ideal for snow should precipitation occur, is getting an awful lot of use for late March in a Southern city.
I'm promised a high of 83 next Saturday, though, if weather.com is to be believed.