Sloppy.
Mushy. Slushy. Take your pick. Wet. Feels as if March is going to
do its "Come in like a lion" thing. I was hoping the weather would be
about ten degrees colder these last few days so that we could have a
nice, deep snowfall. Alas, it was not to be. Frozen tundra is keeping
the water from sinking in, and a walk of the Acres was sloppy to say the
least.
Three weeks until spring, at
least. Officially, anyway. God has already given hints of His yearly
resurrection of the beautiful. The pink heather has been blooming for
three weeks. Daffodils, crocus, tulips, and even a hyacinth or two have
peaked out to check the weather. Several of the Lenten Roses have
budded. A white one looks as if it will bloom any day! One yellow
crocus has already bloomed as well as a single aconite--a yellow flower
as well. Last year at this time because of the mild winter the Acres
was already awash in crocus. This year with a real winter--to some
degree--it should be a couple of weeks or three until spring starts to
color everything. Can't wait. I hope the spring is beautiful this
year. There will, no doubt, be a tinge of sorrow in the midst of this
year's beauty, but the joy will triumph. The first step will be to
bring in a branch or two from the pussy willow, silverize the house, and
hope they will take root so that I can plant them later on the Acres.
Roar your way in March! Spring will not be intimidated! Loveliness is around the corner!
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