Crocus run amok

At least, I think they're crocus.  Crocuses?  The yellow ones, and there are yellow ones in there, don't show up too great against the weird yellowish grass.  This is on the front lawn of a house on the next block.  In random places around the neighborhood, these tiny flowers crop up in the middle of people's lawns.  I have some, in the back yard, but just the one under my electric meter is blooming so far. 

Folks, it's February, in NJ.  This is not normal. 

Welcome to New California. 

Some observations

1.  Morning walk with Bandit is rather difficult on trash days.  On our usual first walk route, we straddle two towns.  One has trash day Mondays and Thursdays, the other on Tuesdays and Fridays.  Both have recycling on alternate Wednesdays.  While it's nice to have a lot of easy access to places to drop off our poop bags (but never on recycling days!), Bandit is rather intensely nose-orientated, so it's a slow walk, from trash bin to trash bin. 

2.  After breakfast, I heard a very loud bird in the yard.  It's the one who seems to say "we need you, we need you."  He was right.  The feeders were both empty.  I filled them.  He's quiet, now.  And everyone is munching away.

3.  Yesterday it was warmish, and we went to the beach, since it's afternoon low tide this week.  Sometimes, odd things wash up on the beach. 

Yes, it's a red pepper.  And a bunch of sea grass, I suppose as garnish.  Don't ask.