I didn't get to the park on the day it went above 75 degrees F a week before St. Patrick's Day. I was stuck inside working. But the next day, still warm, showed evidence of jump-starts everywhere over by Lakeside. Snowdrops made little bouquets near the bust of Mozart in the Concert grove.
I almost mistook this fragrant witch hazel for forsythia. Witch hazel is happy to bloom in January, but apparently even happier in March.
The turtles are out. If we get a terrible cold snap, how will they get back into the mud?
Teeny plants forced their way out from the new granite hardscaping.
And on the rink, skaters in t-shirts sloshed through a rippling slick of meltwater.