It really feels like spring

The sun is shining. The sky is a pale, translucent blue. High clouds hazing the sun. Water a deeper reflection, small wavelets on the bay. Redwinged blackbirds singing and rattling, a mockingbird going through his phonecall repertoire, bluejays scolding the cat. There are daffodils coming up: both the ones I planted (which were impatient and now are scorched by frost), and the ones that have been here for a while. I wonder if they are yellow daffodils, or white narcissi? I wonder if the bluebells will come up safely? (Thinks... Swithland Woods when we were kids, miles and miles of blue carpet that wilted if you tried to pick them for mother or aunt, so we left them where they were... thinks... miles of wild garlic in Sassenage, all along the below-mountain stream, pleasantly stinking in the warm air... thinks... spring is a good season and Easter will be early this year...)