Don’t get too comfortable in your shorts and flip-flops just yet, for winter will most assuredly return for another round or two or three. But as I was out and about our fair city today, I couldn’t help but notice that spring–just when I need it the most–has finally begun to peek slowly and cautiously out from under the blanket and that the landscape’s long slumber is coming to an end.
The first sure sign of spring each year is this lawn full of crocus that flowers in mid- to late February–like clockwork–regardless of the weather, reminding me that spring, indeed, is but a few weeks away. And while I know we’ll have more cold temperatures, more of those infuriating late spring frosts that nip the buds of over zealous tender plants pushing through the soil too soon, and maybe even a little more snow (but I sure hope not), I know for sure that winter is losing a fighting battle and that spring will prevail.