I'm almost afraid to write such a thing, but--the snow is melting. This afternoon's high reached fifty degrees, and I was able to walk in one of the historic districts, even though not all sidewalks had been cleared and dodging ice patches was part of the afternoon's activity. Still--THERE WERE VISIBLE SIDEWALKS. And in one yard, a pair of mallards was having what looked like a wonderful time devouring something they were finding in the grass or the mud. Yes--they were diving into actual grass. The male took time out to take a snow bath, which was a most amusing sight. I'm trying not to get too excited, though.
Spring is likely to be late this year. Last year, on New Year's Day, the creeping phlox was creeping.
| the santolina in better days |
2013 opened with daffodils already six inches high. None of the 250 daffodils planted in October have yet dared to raise their heads above ground. Sigh.
I did notice, though, that the driveway daffs are up half an inch or so. This year, that passes for a sign of spring.
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