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So far, spring has been bizarre.&nbsp; Three weeks ago, our biggest&nbsp;snowfall of the year graced us with quite possibly the wettest, fattest snow I&rsquo;ve seen outside of the Cascade Mountains.&nbsp; Then, two weeks ago, a warm&nbsp;front sent temperatures skyrocketing into the 80&rsquo;s, gave me a premature sunburn, and melted all our wet, fat snow.&nbsp; This weather hung around for close to two weeks, long enough to fool the aspens, maples, and cherries into budding.&nbsp; Long enough to fool the trailing arbutus, spring beauties, and crocus into flowering.&nbsp; Long enough to pull the sandhill cranes, red-winged blackbirds, and phoebes northward to begin singing.&nbsp; Long enough to start the peepers peeping and the wood frogs quacking.&nbsp; Long enough, so that when normal temperatures returned two days ago, I had to remind myself it was still March.</p>
