Second day of spring break: If March is going to balance its coming as a
pride of roaring lions with a flock of gentle sheep, today was not a
good sign. The wind at The Acres was bone-chilling. Brrrr. I still
took my walks, of course, but no work for this old man today.
Hopefully, warmer weather will show up this week. Today, there is a
film of ice on the pond again, snow still on the ground by the tree line
in the meadow, ice patches in the wild area.
Last night I had
two huge racoons visiting the front patio. Homesteader was thrilled. I
hope she realizes that she would have nary a chance in a "battle" with
those creatures. Gus could handle them one on one--I don't think he
would take on two of them. But genius he's not. So who knows?
There were a few more crocus today--yellow, lilacs, purples, and the
first white one. And the first Lenten rose bloomed under the Ancient
Maple. I suspect that it's two weeks or so until the daffodils actually
get in blooming mode. Ah, but then, that will be a show. Wordsworth
would be envious--wax poetic maybe. The pot bunkers seem to have
"worked." Things are blooming, the iris are starting to grow--though
they're quite small. Hey, it's two months probably before they start
blooming in earnest. Or in Morrow County. One day this week I'll feed
them.
Anyway, tomorrow I hope for weather warm enough to do some
work. We will see. The bad news--no blooms or signs of blooms on the
good old forsythia. Of course, the frost date in Ohio is mid-May so one
shouldn't be alarmed. Ohio is Ohio. Spring, summer, fall, winterfall,
winter, springwinter, spring--and on and on it goes. Gotta love it! Or
move.
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