George Santayana's last day in the classroom at Harvard. The philosopher had received a sizable legacy and decided to retire from the faculty. The room was packed for his final appearance and the lecture went very well. During his concluding remarks, he glanced through the window at a forsythia that was beginning to blossom in a patch of muddy snow. He stopped abruptly, picked up his hat, gloves and walking stick, and made for the door. Then he turned and softly said, "Gentlemen, I shall not be able to finish that sentence. I have just discovered that I have an appointment with April."
From: The Little, Brown Book of Anecdotes
I know my parents springtime in California has already come and is on it's way out but since it was a snow storm here yesterday I can assure you ours in Utah is taking it's sweet time getting here. (I wonder if there is a construction detour or an accident. I'm guessing it just slept in, that's why I'm usually late.) I have some early tulips blooming in my front yard now, though they won't open up in the cold weather and the leaves are budding on the trees but no blossoms yet. I've already had my first camping trip of the year along with a hike or two and I was even able to turn my heater off for a whole week at one point and wear flip flops to work so I know spring has to be just around the corner once this snow stops... and when it finally comes I say we just drop everything and walk out the door to greet it.