Spring gardening can wait - until spring

Neighbors are raking and pulling and mowing and clearing a winter's worth of yard litter. Or is it simply the debris of a very long fall?
I am slow to join the swarm of early March gardeners. I picked up a few limbs, raked a handful of crumpled pecan shells and took a run at a 6-inch layer of sycamore tree leaves hobknobbing with the aftermath of a full grown oak. 
With temperatures more May than March we feel the pressure to pluck and prod and plant and prune. It will come. It will come.
But not today. 
Today is feet up, iced tea, favorite jeans, a nearby dog belly craving a scratch. I love Sunday afternoon.