We were hiking on Saturday when someone up ahead of me said, "Look out for that log. There are bees in it."
"Bees? It's February."
Sure enough, they were flying around a small nest, although not looking for anyone to sting.
Then this morning on the way to the library I passed by an older man sitting at a bus stop. He was wearing shorts and a undershirt-style tank top. The temperature - I had to check in disbelief - was 35°F.
Is there some kind of strange spring fever going around I don't know about?