Mother Nature doesn’t seem to know which end is up this winter. El Ninõ has her rattled as he messes with her weather patterns all across the continent. On my morning walk I saw the yellow leaves of fall next to the pink azaleas of springtime.
Hot, humid summer lasted well through the New Year. Then a few Arctic days, a deluge or two and now she seems to have settled on an early spring in my central Florida hometown by the Gulf. For today, anyway.
Whether this effects the habits of birds and other animals I have no idea. They seemed totally unconcerned with this mixed up winter-spring-summer-fall of ours. And the azaleas, too, seemed blissfully ignorant of any mistake in the order of things.