|I swore to myself that I would not take crocus pictures this year. I've got a bazillion from previous years, but, well, how|
could I resist?
The up and down temperatures are typical of March in Kansas, so I'm not going to fuss... much. Once you get a taste of warm days, it is difficult to go back to the icebox.
But I've got peas in the ground. The crocus are blooming madly. Daffodils are sending out green shoots at a frantic pace. Even the tulip leaves are peeking out. The other day I noticed a few lonely snowdrops where I planted them last fall. In future years, they will be out before the crocus. And the lovely little Iris reticulata surprised me yesterday with their purple blossoms.
But spring can be quite chilly, so tomorrow I'm bundling up. Tonight I will lay a fire in the stove so we will have heat in the morning.
Ah, March of the fickle heart. More like sproing than spring.
April usually has a better attitude, but she can turn a cold shoulder, too.
Either way, the Equinox is less than a week away. Then at least the calendar will say "spring."
|OK. Another crocus.|