This morning I noticed one small daffodil blooming in my backyard. It seems out of sync with its garden-mates, revealing its yellow sooner than the rest. It reminded me how capricious spring can be. One minute I'm bundling up in a wool hat and puffy coat, the next I'm pulling off layers and feeling a sweet breeze on bare arms. Even as we have notions of spring as the giver of new warmth and fresh starts, it can also be the taker-away of expectations and assumptions. This is a season full of prickly unpredictability.