Cold

19° this morning at the end of March. The crocuses, just beginning to poke through the leaves and show their colored buds, have stalled. In Boston this week the front yards were spread with purple and yellow, big cups fully open. In New York three weeks ago, even the daffodils were fat-budded. Winter lingers in these parts, but the light is Spring-like. When we pass the Equinox, the cup of day spills over.