According to my calendar, spring begins in two days.
According to the scene out my window — I’m not so sure.
March is one of those unpredictable months — even more so than others. Some years you think Mother Nature is having mood swings as the temperature soars on a sunny afternoon a day or two before measurable snow buries the brave daffodils and tulips. Will it rain? Some days. Snow? Possible. Sleet? Maybe. Ice? I hope not.
Perhaps it’s best to wait until the March temper tantrum passes before sending out new growth — or switching to summer wardrobe.
While the ash tree cautiously opens to show leaves, the grass greened without hesitation.
