It feels too early. Maybe because they keep talking about snow in the weather forecast. I won't complain about snow; I'm afraid the February weather gods will take revenge if I do.
Frankly, daylight saving time confuses me. I've heard it was designed for farmers, then for one of the world wars, then to save energy, then for something else. Right now, I don't care enough to look it up. I just don't want to keep changing clocks twice a year.
Here's one of my spring poems.
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