In all the places I have lived before the change from one season to another (to the extent that there were clear seasons) was subtle and gradual. It continues to amaze me how quickly the promise of spring becomes full blown spring here. On the drive home from campus yesterday there were suddenly splashes of color everywhere. Winters are gray here -- very, very gray. First I noticed a puddle of bright yellow where some naturalized daffodils were blooming along the roadside. The I saw a purple mist covering a farmhouse yard; I can't think what those bulbs are called. The house at the corner where I turn into town had hundred of crocuses in white, purple, and yellow blooming. Friday there was no hint of any of that along my drive.