March is a ‘right mixy’ month, to use a country expression. Last week’s balmy warmth was followed by snow and today is cold, cold, cold, followed by a projected warm spell and then more snow to round out this month of extreme weather contrasts. But that’s early spring in the Shenandoah Valley.
I grieve for the foolish apricot tree lured into bloom by the warmth, then zapped by the returning chill. This happens nearly every spring, except last year when we had a lovely luscious crop. And the tulip leaves are looking sad, but I hope they’ll revive. The best cure for a cold snap is a soothing wash of warm spring rain.
For some reason, the birds have nibbled the blooms on the pussy willow to bits. And I feed the birds. The feeder hangs from the remains of the old cherry tree not far removed from the pussy willow. My solution is to root pussy willow cuttings and plant them somewhere else. Apparently the birds like some fresh greens along with their sunflower seeds and soft silvery little ‘pussies’ will serve. Who knew? But I love catkins so will tuck some in an out-of-the-way corner. Perhaps down near the pond. I also love my birds, and kitties (big bird fans). Sometimes our loves do not meld well.
“It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want – oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! ~Mark Twain
“Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.” ~Doug Larson
“If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.” ~Anne Bradstreet
“No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.” ~Hal Borland
“Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world.” ~Virgil A. Kraft
“Where man sees but withered leaves,
God sees sweet flowers growing.”
“In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.” ~Margaret Atwood
“In the spring I have counted one hundred and thirty-six different kinds of weather inside of four and twenty hours.” ~Mark Twain
*Pics of the Shenandoah Valley, my garden, and our gosling and kitten taken by my mom and daughter Elise.