The false spring continues. Now I've got some irises blooming, and the buds on the peach tree are getting bigger. It's very strange that it's warm enough for flowers to bloom, but still cold enough that the air smells of wood smoke from all the fireplaces people have going. It's supposed to reach the mid-60s on Sunday, though it should cool off a bit next week. There's even a slight chance of rain on Thursday, but I'll be surprised if any actually falls. Today there aren't even any clouds, so there probably won't be one of then nice, vividly red sunsets we've had the last couple of days. This is a pretty dull winter so far.
My head is as dull as the winter. I got distracted and forgot to post this entry for two hours. I'm sure there was something else I was going to say, too, but now I've forgotten it.
And I was right about the sunset. Dull.
