Out and about early this morning, I spied this singing bird high up in a tree. By far not the only bird singing, as the air was full of chirps and tunes as I walked around. Without a coat and the promise of sunshine, it was a glorious start to this day of springing forward.
However, it also heralds the start of temporary confusion. I have mentioned before that we live right on the Central/Eastern time zone line. Secret Agent Man and I actually work in different time zones. Many people here refuse to spring forward OR fall back and this reeks havoc with being on time at any time.
One of the many quirks of my small town life.