It was a welcome sight to awake Sunday to bright sunshine after the exceptionally rare night of nine hours’ sleep. We were back in the upper 20s after the previous afternoon’s soothing sunshine, and we kept it chilly with only mid-40s highs. A day of rest was okay with me following a busy and intense start to the weekend.
If winter says she is not done with us, then I gladly partook of one of her small compensations: the pleasure of a roaring fire in the kitchen space. This was Fire No. 99, as the counting here continues.
The preceding Friday night had found me on the unbeloved campus of Wake Forest University to lend a hand to the initiation activities of my fraternity’s WFU chapter.
Saturday followed with an intense but excellent day with the newest cohort of aspiring administrators from High Point University. I love being with these amazing people, and they are terrific at responding to the challenges and provocations that come at them throughout the session. Although I can't rule out that some of them might have been occasionally and secretly looking at me like this:
And let's go ahead and note what was showing in the yard as of February 27th:
Those mini daffodils were the first appearance of all those varieties I've got near the high front wall, and nearby is the lone crocus that still seems active:
And I'll be counting down the days until the Bradford pear puts on its grand show announcing the imminent arrival of springtime:
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