It’s come carefully out of nowhere here in the midwest…
intoxicated
Carol
Hallucinogens yet again, Carol? 
Jef
Hmmm… it’s cold enough in Miami today to turn off the a/c. Let’s see what tomorrow brings!
Much of Wales knee deep in snow.
Trisha
Freezing. Only 62 degrees. We need to get back over 70 or we will all die.
We made it to 60 today in St. Louis.
Thank heaven.
'Tis nice here also! But being intoxicated might be a bit much, delussional maybe for it is only February and March is still much a winter month for us living in the Great Lakes area…Eh Carol!
Yesterday I was kayaking on the river, there were only four us daring souls on the water! Alas today I am at work…Tomorrow!
MarkB
50 Farenheit today in Cleveland. Beeyootiful.
Mike
It’s 61º, here. Typical winter weather… well… typical, as long as there is rain and sleet within the next three days, as well. 
About six inches of snow here overnight,and I’d been hoping to be planting Apple and Plum trees this weekend.D**n!
Cummings – or cummings? – is one of my favorite poets, for lyricism especially; thanks for the reminder!
Winter seems to have returned here; cold(ish) weather, and rain, after quite a lot of sun and a warming trend for a while. But our winter is probably more like a midwestern mid-spring; I’ll not complain.
Well, snow started falling here yesterday about 5:00 p.m. and hasn’t stopped - sometimes falling hard and sometimes lightly. We’ve probably got 5-6" of new white stuff on the ground and still falling. sigh
Spring hasn’t sprung.
The grass hasn’t riz.
I wonder where my driveway is.
Susan has just supplanted e.e. as my favorite lyric poet.
Well . . .
A welcome +8º Celcius today — woohoo!!! Snow is starting to melt!!! (And winter dog trinkets start revealing themsleves – eww)
60 here. Swimsuit weather.
Spring.
Ah, flowers.
Wardrobe adjustments, too?
I’ve got my eye on this shirt, although I’m wondering if it’ll be a challenge wearing this one out on the ball diamond.
Jef
You’re definitely limited to grounders, if you wear that.
Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.
Jef
There’s always the Willie Mays basket-catch.
Rural northern Illinois is currently saturated with the musty of smell of wet cropland freshly exposed to clean air. It’s an an energetic smell, as though all things have the desire to live again after the death-like slumber of winter. I don’t trust it though; we’re sure to have a few more serious snowfalls before spring really sets in.