The plants are budding, the woodpeckers are working on demolishing every house in the hood, and I dragged the bicycle out for a test ride. A modest 9 miles. Could have done more, but why push my luck this early in the season?
Maybe this year the annual heavy, wet, limb-breaking snowstorm, followed by clearing skies overnight with lows in the low 20's, won't coincide with the flowering of all the fruit trees.
Hope springs eternal.