That is just RUDE!
Stick Chick cut the lone three daffodil blooms last night to bring them indoors, concerned for their delicate nature and wondering if they could survive the overnight temperature drop from 73F to 27F. The continental air shift of the last day teased with doors open and fans a-spinning, to driving, flooding rains that seeped into the crannies of the car doors, to howling north winds that ice-sealed them shut for this morning’s drive.
So this is spring.
50: A Figment of my Imagination 