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A week ago, we were still watch the last flurries of Richmond's biggest snow fall since 1980. Kids and parents were tearing up the parks with sleds. Someone built a snow stegosaurus and a snow fish on the Monument Avenue median. Schools were shut for three full days. The temperature bottomed out at seven degrees.

Today, we're in the upper seventies for the third day in a row and suddenly trees are budding. Spring fever is as rampant as complaints about losing an hour of sleep to Daylight Savings Time. This morning Banana informed me that she no longer needed the comforter on her bed.

And somewhere a climate-change denier will claim this is all part of a normal cycle.