It's been interesting to drive to Yellowstone so often this year and see the variation in Spring's arrival. I've experienced this every year in different places, but this last weekend it was particularly noticeable. On Sunday I was in a small town in Wyoming where the daffodils were blooming, but when we met my mother on Monday at a different cemetery, she had roses from the rosebush I planted at her house 10 years ago. My town is somewhere between those two, with the lilacs still blooming.
That means it's not summer here yet. The house was 58 degrees this morning. I can't quite bring myself to turn the heat on in June though!
Still, it was fun to see daffodils, lilacs, and roses all at once.