I'm trying to come to grips with this early spring thing. The crocus
and snowdrops are a month early--at least. Does that mean everything
will bloom a month early? I'm not ready for that. I still have lots of
pre-spring stuff to do at The Acres. I guess I'll bury my fears and
buy a chain saw. (Prayers for my arms and legs would be appreciated.)
Will I have to mow the grass in March? Even the honeybees were out
today checking out the crocus. The feathered friends are singing
as if spring is already here. The Redwings are even here already. At
least some snowbirds are still hanging around. The absolute worst part
about having an early spring is that I may have to give a nod to the
groun . . . I can't even say the word. You know, those ugly, huge,
destructive varmints that claim to be shadow experts. Ugh. Ah well,
three snows AFTER the forsythia bloom, right? I don't think my paranoia
can take this. Okay, okay. Yes, the pussy willows, crocus, and
snowdrops are lovely, but . . . slow down spring. I can wait.
Anyway, here's what's blooming already--the THIRD WEEK in February: If you look closely at the pond pictures you can see some of my golden friends.
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