We had a gorgeous start to spring. My crocus, jonquils and tulips put on a great showing in varying purples and yellows.
The big flowering crab apple in my front yard was a cloud of fushia, and the enormous lilac (that my grandpa planted) had the largest and most fragrant white clusters I’d seen in a long time. The redbud trees were just starting to show color.
And guess who frittered around and didn’t get a picture of all this beauty?
Pointing fingers at moi, who bragged about her new camera and the ease of taking pictures anytime. Oh, please slap me.
So out of the blue, the cool front turned into a dip back into winter. The flowers might have survived or not suffered so badly if it’d just been one night. But noooo, we had to have a string of below freezing weather.
What’s even sadder is that despite my bitching, all I’m out is the beauty of spring. My plants will survive, and grow and hopefully have a better spring next year.
As I look out my office winter at the withered flowers on the lilac, my thoughts go to those that depend on crops. Across the river, the apple crop for this year is toast. Millions of bucks lost with no way to recoup. I feel so badly for those farmers.
Other produce growers are likewise crushed. It’s sad, and we’ll all pay for this bizarre dip in tempteratures at the market, and when we dine out.
So how is spring in your next of the woods?