I know. Oscar Wilde was talking about second marriages, but our reactions to warm spells at the end of February and in March are a close second.

We had 7 ½ inches of slush on March 1. This is what greeted me the following morning. It looked like someone had sprayed the world with spray-on grass seed/newspaper mulch mix, but in the lovely white of snow, instead of that weird green. Slush never looked this good in New York City.
The snowdrops were buried, but the kousa dogwood had snow flowers, fluffy-looking clumps of slushy snow.

It’s early spring in Michigan, so temperatures teeter above freezing during the day and well below freezing at night. Plants that are just a few feet apart can be in very different environments. To the east of the oakleaf hydrangea, the snowdrops were popping through the snow.

Circling around to the south side of the same hydrangea, other snowdrops were basking in a sunbeam that had melted most of the snow.

We have had several small storms of what feels like April snow during this March cold snap.
A week into March, there was still snow and ice hanging around, but the hybrid tulips were embracing it.

Nearby, another mid- to late-spring plant, lady’s mantle, is breaking dormancy.

On the other side of the house, which faces south, the daffodils fully intend to bloom. Soon. There are a lot of fat flower buds. I am noticing that plants mixed with daffodils are suffering less bunny predation.

It doesn’t seem like there is a lot happening if you just glance at the yard, but there really is a lot of prep work going on. In preparation for what? Warmer spring days. They are coming. The sap is running. The squirrels are starting to steal leaves out of the fig pen for their nests, and the mourning doves are chasing each other.