I bought a couple of seed packets the other day, and the sky retaliated. The clouds spat upon me with frozen rain. And it remains cold and windy and dreary. Even the cardinals have stopped their chirping. The next 5 days' forecasts look the same. In like a lion, alright.
My fingers are cold. But I refuse to turn up the heat. If I went and washed the dishes, they'd be plenty warm. But where's the fun in that?