Yep,
still cold. This morning may have been the coldest of the week. I need
to get one of those face covering things so I can stay out longer
without being frozen. (I know--wimpy, wimpy, wimpy). The pond has a film
of ice on it during my AM trek. There's still snow on the ground. And
the flocks of robins still don't seem to mind. They did finish off the
last of the crab apples. I have two right next to each other in the
meadow, and one had already been stripped clean--a long time ago. But
one was still covered with fruit. Until today--now almost all of it is
gone. I assume the flock of robins, but I have no proof. Some bird had
crab apple for breakfast--or a late night snack yesterday evening.
I
keep waiting for an outbreak of flowers. There are lots more daffodils
poking up everywhere. They are finally visible in the wild area as they
push their way through the winter's flattened grass. It looks as if
there will be a bountiful supply of whites, yellows, pinks, and even
oranges within a couple of weeks or so. I guess Troy is just going to
have to give us another spring break in the middle of April. He is in
charge of the weather, right? He and the seniors should have packed up a
little of that DR weather and brought it home with them. So thoughtless
. . . I'll forgive them.
Tomorrow is supposed to warm up a
little--and rain probably. I guess I'll just have to rein in my
expectations, do the work required, and enjoy my walks when I get home
from school in the evenings. Since everything seems to be running a few
weeks late, maybe they won't bloom until June! And I'll be home all day!
An old man can dream, can't he? Forgive my murmurings--even cold and
wet, the Acres are a beautiful place to take a stroll. Twice a day!
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