“In the Spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.” Mark Twain
A couple of posts ago, I wrote, “Spring has Sprung!” Boy, was I wrong. Mother Nature fooled us once again. She lulled us into a state of bliss with warm days, green grass, daffodils, and budding fruit trees. My hopes of a long, mild spring to go along with our mild winter, have certainly been dashed. Each morning as I watch the long-range weather forecast, I’m in a permanent state of disappointment. What the heck happened to spring, I wonder?
The other evening we went to bed with howling winds and spitting rain, only to wake to howling winds and a coating of icy snow on the ground. The wind chill had to have been frigid. Only the day before we had admired the beautiful pink blossoms on one of the peach trees. It was a sunny 55-degree afternoon, and we were amazed by the number of pollinators buzzing about the lovely blossoms even though it was still a little chilly. Lots of honey bees, but a cloud of little native bees as well, dashed from flower to flower. Now our hopes for peaches may be dashed.
I’ve already noticed dozens of black blossoms on the strawberries. It’s always a challenge keeping the first flowers from getting frosted. The first blossoms are the biggest berries too. This year the warm weather early on coaxed the buds to appear much too soon for their own good.
The delicate new leaves were appearing on many trees, only to be pummeled day after day by cold winds. I don’t believe we’ve ever had a spring with so much wind. The lilacs are loaded with buds, and I just hope they’re still tight enough to weather the cold.
We’ve watched the blue heron that flies by the house morning and evening, buffeted about and struggle to stay on course. One day I thought it was going to fly into the house it was having so much trouble. The buzzards have been soaring on the upper air currents with what looks like break-neck speed. The first tree swallows have returned and are looking at nest boxes, so they no doubt still have faith that a change in the weather can;t be too far off. The little female kestrel is snuggled in, sitting on a clutch of eggs. I guess we just have to be patient a bit longer!
“If you want to see the sunshine, you have weather the storm.” Frank Lane