According to the calendar — spring begins next week. Reminder: we had snow on Sunday.
Mother Nature appears to be up to her usual March dance: a little rain, a cold wind, sunshine, and a touch of snow — all smashed together within a day or two.
These days also contain a few constants. And hints of hope.
Early spring bulbs push up into the air. Even their blossoms tough out the wind and clumps of wet snow. And the trees are waking up from winter rest.
A few days ago I went to visit the neighborhood apple tree. (If there are others, I don’t know their location.) And on a gray morning this is what I found.
Buds are becoming prominent saying:
The blossoms are coming. The leaves are coming. Be patient for fruit.
