It's raining again this morning, but the temperature is above 50ºF (10.5ºC) at 5:00 a.m. It's almost like we are having springtime weather in January. I hope we don't pay for it in February and March. It's not too late for us to have snow and ice.
A lot of the plants around the yard seem confused by the weird weather. Bulbs are coming up two months early. Walt planted a lot of them in a refurbished flower bed last fall. Hens and chicks are growing fat and sassy. I have them in planter boxes and pots all along the back side of the house. Insects are having a field day.
Don't get me wrong — it didn't rain all day long yesterday. There was just a short shower in the morning, right as I was heading out for a good walk with Natasha. But rain threatened all day. Skies stayed gray and dim.
Cyclamens are coming up out in the yard. That's not unusual. These are cyclamens that bloom in January and February. They are "escapees" I believe. In other words, the woman who sold us this house threw them out into the yard when they had outgrown the little pots they were in when she bought them to keep them as houseplants for a season.
Looking at this vineyard scene in a picture I took on Friday 1/19, when we had a beautiful sunny spell that lasted all of two hours, you have a hard time saying whether the photo was taken in autumn, winter, or spring.