The rain has stopped, the wet pavement is rapidly drying, and bright bursts of sunlight are making their way through the whipped topping of clouds that slide east. The few mild days last week had more effect than I had thought. I just noticed that half a dozen camellias have bloomed. This is only January! If the plants are fooled into thinking that spring has arrived, winter is bound bite them in the botanical equivalent of their asses! The heaviest snowfall I've ever seen here was in February. The plants may be madly optimistic, but I have no intention of putting away the heavy coat and the extra blankets just yet. Still, the day is so bright, however crisp the air. I will go out and bask in the light, and maybe the windburn won't be too bad.