Ok – Mother Nature had her laugh last week. Enough already!
The garlic, always of strong stature and symbol of fortitude, survived unscathed, tips only slightly yellowed from the experience. Primroses, strawberries, and daffodils, too, though some bent under hail, managed to shake the icy crystals in the days that followed. At a little higher elevation, our cherry trees had not yet blossomed under the snow. I worried about the bees that might have been caught unaware in this pseudo-spring foolery. The winds whipped through here relentlessly, knocking over shelves in the greenhouse and spilling sprouts and summer hopes to the floor.
The winds died down, I filled the hummingbird feeder, and was surrounded within minutes, one even buzzing me as I hung it up.
And this week, lo and behold, a new spring! The cherry blossoms have opened, a frog enjoyed a spot of sunshine beneath the shadows of leaves.
Ahhhh, spring . . . how much more we appreciate it now!
