My back yard erupted while Iggy and I spent 4 nights in New York City.

A few daffodils bloomed. Silver lamium, bleeding hearts, peony, and dill pushed through a cover of mulch. One flower that looks that a miniature hyacinth stands alone in the front yard. Some rose bush leaves have unfurled.

While the bleeding hearts that I can see from my back door are still tight, those that abut my back sidewalk have already opened. They must experience a different microclimate.