The winter ended suddenly.
Just yesterday, I scraped some frost.
Today, a tee shirt was too warm,
And so I shed it in the sun.
The bees are busy in the tree;
The roses and the fig are pruned.
My wife raked leaves from crevices,
And then I mowed them into mulch.
The calendar says winter still,
But early summer has my heart.
...for behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. (Song of Solomon 2:11-12 ESV)