Or so I had thought.
Just yesterday I'd noticed that my garden had begun to bloom -- the forsythia, apricots and ume plums had joined the crocus in blooming and signaling the end of winter.
But they were wrong. Winter had to have the last laugh.
This afternoon it began to snow. Great big fluffy flakes throughout most of the afternoon. Great heaping gobs of them, swirling through the blossom-laden branches.
Luckily none of the afternoon's snow stuck and the fall of it stopped by evening. It's colder now, but I don't think it'll go below freezing tonight.
And here I was, all about to put pansies out in the planters at the entrance today . . .