Having grown up in snowy upstate New York, I don't know if I'll ever get used to spring coming in February.
We're not talking a few random flowers. My yard is filled with daffodils. The Bradford Pear is just days away from being covered in delicious white blossoms.
We never even had a sticking snow this year. I think I'm OK with that, just for a year. But I'm not sure I am nearly ready to begin yard work all over again. The weeds are already flourishing in the rock garden, and I never even had time (or cold enough weather) to do a winter pruning.
The south is a crazy place to live, but I wouldn't trade it for anything.