It’s not like we don’t have warm climates in the US… and I’ve even lived in those climates at various times in my life.
But I’m still agog at daffodils in early “February.”
One could argue that we switched hemispheres at exactly the wrong time of year. Just as Brattleboro was warming up and the days were long, we went to short days and “winter” all over again.
All that said, things could be worse.
Been a little lax on the blogging these last few weeks. Here are some memories from a wonderful Easter dinner with the Provs. It was such a warm, beautiful day, and you can’t go too far wrong with a spiral cut ham…
April showers (and melting snowdrifts) bring May flowers (in April).
The not-just-Christmas cactus is giving it one big push, encouraging all those poor outside plants to push through and bloom.
After a few days of 70’ish degree temperatures, the ice on the Connecticut River is breaking up this weekend.
Somebody made a very artful snowdog outside the Co-op. He’s got an expertly smudged face, an eager stance, and even a little rock poo.
He reminds me of Tintin’s dog Milou, who in English is known as Snowy, which has always sort of bothered me (and I’m not alone).