So, I said two things yesterday that have turned out to be completely incorrect.
First, I identified a deliciously-scented pair of shrubs in my front yard as some variety of viburnum. Remember how the leaves weren't quite right? Well, that would be because they're not viburnum. Today I happened to run across an article about winter-flowering shrubs that included a photo of my bushes, which would appear to be Daphne odora.
Second, and this is cause for much more excitement here than the Daphne: it would appear that I was totally, utterly, and completely wrong in declaring winter 2009 to be over sans significant snowfall. As we turned the page on Griff's calendar last night, he questioned us about when exactly spring starts and we were clear that while it might *feel* like spring is coming (tulips coming up, daffodils blooming, maple tree budding), it's still technically winter. Well, it's a technicality no longer. We had hail all afternoon, followed by snow that started around 4:30pm. By 7:30pm we had an inch or two (!!) and the whole world looked like a 1950s sepia-toned photo - all old houses and snowy trees lit up by the reflected light of the streetlamps. As I took photos out the windows, a couple on an evening walk passed by and hugged each other. Soon afterward we heard a woman singing outside. Snow is magical.
(More magic: Richmond Public Schools has declared a snow day tomorrow! The forecast is calling for 6-10 inches and I can't quite wrap my brain around that. I have already promised Griff hot cocoa to his heart's content in the event of a day off school. He'll be in heaven.)