Signs of spring in metal: Growing The Flowers by Charles Luthene
While Casey is back in California, madly selling metal at the San Francisco Flower Show, I am still on the East Coast. In Washington, D.C., now and I awoke this morning eager to greet the First Day of Spring. With joy and anticipation, I went to the window and raised the blinds to behold what Mother Nature would reveal. Well, that Mother Nature, she’s quite a character, with a well-developed and somewhat ironic sense of humor. Today, on the first day of spring, it snowed.
This should not be. Average temperatures for this area range in the fifties by now and teasing into
These new buds are just going to have to tough out the unseasonable snowfall.
the sixties by the end of the month. Today represents a full fourteen-degree shortfall, according to the historical weather record. Now, I know that averages are AVERAGES, i.e. the compromise between the lowest recorded temperatures and the highest. But COME ON! It’s the First Day of Spring! There should be something cosmically sacred about that, right? Surely Mother Nature has an intrinsic obligation on the First Day of Spring to bring forth a day bright and glorious, emblematic of the season of renewal and rebirth.
You would think. Or at least you might allow yourself to hope. But Mother Nature clearly has a mind of her own. Spring will come, but at her pleasure and in her own time. We mere mortals in the Middle Atlantic will simply have to wait.
Contributed by Linda for It’s Cactus