I remember this time last year. Springlike weather arrived with February and simply never departed. The azaleas bloomed so early down south that there were no blossoms left in Augusta, Georgia, when the Masters golf tournament was played there the second week in April. It was a rare thing, if not a first. This year has been different. It’s been damp in the southeast, and it’s been cold. It hasn’t been arctic cold. Temperatures haven’t fallen into the teens in the deep south, but they’ve regularly dipped into the upper 20s. In other words, it’s been a regular winter, and not an azalea blossom in sight. It seems so long since we’ve had one, everyone has forgotten what it is like.