The Acres, as I anticipated, are somewhat waterlogged The ground is
still frozen, and the water from the melting snow pools on the surface.
Had to do a little wading in a couple areas in the Wild Area. It's
still to early to look for any blooms. What? Of course, I was looking.
All the places that normally have the first blooms got a real
investigation. Anticipation--nicer sounding word than "impatience," is a
dreadful disease. The flowers that stay green all winter are doing
fine--lungwort in the trees, Lenten roses everywhere--no bulbs yet,
hardy cyclamen--won't bloom until next fall; some iris; a few scabiosa.
A few things are coming up--several crocus; maybe they'll bloom next
week (it's supposed to be 69 on Monday); a daffodil or two, the magic
lilies, even a couple of hyacinth. The pussy willow by the pond is, of
course, magnificent. Not so much, the other ones. The pond itself is as
high as I've seen it in my decade at The Acres. Maybe I should wade out
and buy some flood insurance.
There are still patches of snow here
and there. Hanging around hoping for reinforcements I imagine. The
back patio even has ice still. Some of the snowbirds seem to be gone.
In fact, the bird population seems to be down some. Some creature broke
a couple of the feeders. I'm guessing the possum I've seen hanging
around here lately. Where's Gus the hunter when you need him?
I
am waiting now, impatiently, for spring break at school. Couple weeks
yet. One more week--well, four days--before the seniors head to the
Dominican. Then a week of teaching the sophomores. Then, the break.
Hope the weather is conducive to lots of outside work. Still need to do
some bed "cleaning," feed the iris, rake the leaves out of a couple
beds. I am still being tempted to risk arms and legs and buy a chain
saw. Anyway--spring is arriving--officially next Saturday. Some snow
birds have left; the harbingers of spring, the redwings are here. I'm
sure some crocus will bloom by next weekend. Impatience can be such a
lovely thing.
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