It's seventy degrees this afternoon. Daddy Mack always said when it's seventy degrees you can go without a coat. That was when Daddy Mack was nearly eighty and most folks were going without a coat at much lower temperatures. Seventy is balmy.
I made a short survey of some flower beds. There needs to be a way to cross those nasty weeds that survive the worst freezes with lovely flowers. There's a weed that I used to mistake for Nigella until it got to be an enormous nutrient and water sucking weed. I grubbed out as many as I saw. Bulbine was killed back, it will return. Poppies are springing up in lots of places. Four that I watched in a particular spot survived the freeze, in open ground, tiny plants. More larkspur is up.
Alyssum hid under leaves over where I planted pink hyacinth bulbs. They're sprouting under there. Last year's snapdragons have ratty stems and much new growth underneath, best left alone right now. The snaps cuttings I took are slow to root. Lots to do while the sun shines. Another winter spell will return soon.
Need to go out and do something about some fire ant mounds.