Pseudo-spring has sprung

I refuse to actually call it spring because it's not. It's just a cruel joke Mother Nature likes to play every year, throwing one of these 65-degree days at you in the beginning of March, making you think that winter is over. A few days from now there will be some kind of a crazy blizzard, mark my words.

Anyway, the flowers outside our apartment were certainly fooled. They felt those warm 65-degree breezes and burst into bloom. And those that weren't ready to flower sent green shoots sprouting up through the muddy ground. Poor little bastards probably think it's mid-May.