SPRING? In January?

Just one photo today. One that screams volumes. Spring.  In January? This is from the roses, taken on Sunday. I went outside to dig in the dirt, figured it was frozen and everything would be frozen. A good excuse to toddle back inside.
   However, found the roses were sporting leaves. New leaves. Not the ones leftover from the fall. Brand new. Never been seen.  I pruned the roses, pruned the hibiscus and lilacs to half their size, cause they've been needing that for ages. Have done it before and they've turned out great in the spring.
   But the rose leaves I left. Hoping they survive any frost that may come, and it will. Just a reminder that spring has shown its hand.

"Spring is like a perhaps hand
arranging a window, into which people look
while people  stare
arranging, changing and placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here
and changing everything carefully."

(E.E. Cummings)