Lest we forget!
Sometimes, oddball is just life or in this case, the weather. On a Sunday in April, shouldn’t an oddball photo should show a world beginning to bloom? Yesterday, that’s what it was. But, speaking of odd, it snowed Sunday morning. It snowed Monday, too. Snow is very pretty, but it’s like a dress I can admire, but would never buy.
Too … frilly? White? Cold? Wet? Unseasonable?
Otherwise, life slouches along from day-to-day. Garry is still sick. Antibiotics and all.
It is worrisome that he isn’t getting better. If there’s no improvement by Tuesday, it’s back to the doctor for him.
Maybe next week it will be flowers. I hope the snow doesn’t kill the flowers that have just started to bloom.
It’s snowing again today. Like yesterday, but more steadily. A fine, dry snow that means business. None of the fat, wet flakes that are decorative, but frivolous — for snow. We had a veterinarian appointment today for Gibbs and Bonnie.
I looked out the window, realized I was not going to even try wrangling two Scotties into the car, then drive on slippery roads (they don’t plow this time of year; they let nature take its course) for an hour (usually half an hour; longer with ice and snow).
Especially since it’s not an emergency visit. It can wait a week.
It’s gotten cold out there. Yesterday felt like joke, not to be taken seriously. Temperature rose into the forties before the snow stopped falling. Essentially, it was all gone before nightfall.
Today it has that grey, grim sky thing happening that say “I’m gonna get you, sucker!”
When I called the vet, I started by saying “I bet you won’t be surprised when I say I’d like to reschedule today’s appointments.”
“Not at all,” she said. She was laughing.
“This is so wrong,” I said.
“I know,” she said. “It’s like Mother Nature felt that winter wasn’t bad enough, so she decided to give us a bit more, just so we didn’t feel cheated.”
A couple of days ago, my woods looked ready to bloom.
The forsythia were beginning to bloom.
Now … how about today and yesterday?
The Vernal Equinox came. You can’t argue with the Equinox. It happens and the earth literally shifts into the tilt towards warm weather. Polar Vortex, be gone! Your time has passed.
By next weekend, it will be over, finally and fully.
A week from today, the Red Sox will open their season at Fenway Park. Play ball!
What? It’s spring, isn’t it? Just yesterday, I was looking at the fat buds on the daffodils and noticing that the forsythia has started blooming.
It was hard to believe the forecast. Snow? Really? High winds? Really? Easter is over. Is this a joke?
More is expected tomorrow. After that, can we please settle down and “do spring?” Like a normal place?
March is not particularly green, at least not in New England. It’s a fickle month with warm days, cold nights, sudden thaws and freezes … and of course, snowstorms. Just to remind us who’s really in charge.
Today, I went looking for signs of green and found a few.
The trees are bare, but fat buds are beginning to appear — a promise of leaves to come.
But there’s more. On the ground, despite two snows in the past few days (and another on the way), the day lilies are coming up.
A huge number of them are several inches out of the ground forming a blanket in the garden in the backyard.
They are looking very enthusiastic! I’m expecting a great year for the lilies.
I have spent much of my life as a photographer trying to capture light.
The way it filters through leaves, the way it forms bright strips through the blinds and through the fence on a bright morning after a snowstorm.