As you can tell, it looked like winter. My understanding is that things have not gotten significantly better since then.
So, around midnight, as I’m reaching my front door, I look down, and decide I must be hallucinating. Because I think I’m seeing narcissus blooming.
I get up the next day, trying to make sense out of what I saw, and truly, spring has somehow happened while I was away.
And I wander a bit around the neighborhood, finding yet more flowers, including the cherries and the camellias.
All of this seems a bit early to me, but I’ve got to say, I love spring in Portland.