Modern life confuses me.
Growing up, the twenty-first of March was always the first day of spring. Now it appears to be the twentieth of March. I'm not sure how this happened, but it has left me somewhat confused, because I feel like an idiot getting all excited about the first day of spring on March 21, only to realize that I missed it because it was yesterday.
At any rate, the weather around these parts got the memo and it was just beautiful yesterday. I spent a large chunk of it in my hoop house, which gives me goose bumps because it's pretty awesome now.
But I think maybe I should buy more flower seed.