Quince, one of the early bloomers! |
For the last few days, Robins and Blackbirds have been tearing through my winter mulch to stuff themselves on worms before flying farther North. From what I understand, where they're heading to, only the frozen food section is open.
In any case, on a beautiful sunny afternoon, when WRAL tells me it's 52° F, I head out to pick some kale for dinner. In minutes, some nasty cold gale blows in, covers the sun, scares away all the birds and I find myself, all alone in the garden, feeling my fingers freezing by the second.
Talk about a surprise, a sudden change of weather! Fortunately, we're in NC and if the weather disappoints, we can always wait a day or two and get a totally different one!
I am not giving up; maples and Robbins don't lie: Spring shouldn't take too much longer!
... When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze...
William Wordsworth
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