|
Post by Phalon on Apr 4, 2007 9:00:22 GMT -6
Yep, yep - Thellama and YoWheeze; I get to drive, okay? Pontoons? I'm thinking dinghy on this one. Of course, I'm always thinking dinghy.
Back to work this week - today's my day off. It's been sleeting off and on all morning, and there is a ferocious wind blowing - glad I'm home inside. Unfortunately, it's supposed to get worse as the week progresses, so it's back out in the elements tomorrow. Too much outside work to do this time of year at the nursery to stay inside all day.
I covered the little shoots of asparagus poking up in our garden last night, hoping to keep them from freezing. This is the first year we'll be able to harvest, and I've been looking forward to it.
I've had a bouquet of daffodils on the kitchen table for the last couple of weeks, picked from the yard; switching them out every few days. Quite a few different varieties planted, and I'll have daffs blooming until May, when the slender, white 'Thalias' start. BP loves to pick flowers; she is my little gardener and "wants to work with Mommy at the nursery when she grows up".
It was time for a fresh bouquet yesterday, and I sent her outside to pick one. She was gone for quite a while, and I stuck my head outside the door to see what was taking her so long. There she was, diligently cutting every single daffodil in the side garden. We've now got a huge bouquet of nearly four or five dozen light creamy-butter yellow daffodils, (one of my favorite varieties) gracing the table. The sweet smell is heady; one of my favorite flower scents.
I'm glad she picked them all - afraid this is the last bunch until next year. I don't know if they'll survive the frost and snow they're predicting. Wishing I would have sent her back out to get the deep yellow ones in the back yard that just are starting to open.
|
|
|
Post by Siren on Apr 5, 2007 21:16:11 GMT -6
Daffodils do have one of the most pleasant scents of spring, Gams. It's worth getting down on your knees to smell 'em. Gorgeous!
Can you believe this? We are under a frost and freeze advisory tonight, and have a chance of snow this weekend. And just when my roses are ready to bloom, and my snapdragons are doing well. Peach farmers are worried that their crops will be ruined. And my mom says her apricot and persimmon trees are full of little fruit. She's really fretting about it. As she said today, "Winter has a purpose, but this doesn't. It's not fair!"
|
|
|
Post by fallenangel on Apr 6, 2007 9:02:56 GMT -6
We will be getting both here as well probably for the weekend too. Easter Squall has come with a vengenance. I hope I can cover all the flowers and cross my fingers it helps.
|
|
|
Post by Phalon on Apr 7, 2007 7:29:41 GMT -6
I'm supposed to be at work today....but it was called off due to the weather. Snow!!! Two days of it. The daffodils are frozen to the ground; the magnolias melted; the roses that were leafing out shriveled.....drat. Boss said if today was anything like yesterday, (it is worse), not to bother coming in; she'd close the store. Unheard of the day before a holiday of any kind - typically some of our busiest days.
Stay warm, Sweet Taters. Hope the bunny doesn't freeze his tail off. Happy Easter.
|
|
|
Post by Phalon on Apr 7, 2007 21:03:47 GMT -6
If ya got it - might as well use it. I tasted spring; I was ready for it; I wanted it to stay. Mother Nature had other plans though. It snowed all day; I am going cross-country skiing tomorrow.
Today, we dyed eggs, (I did not burn them while hard-boiling), we made an Easter cake, (I did not burn it while baking), the Cornish game hens for dinner tomorrow are tightly wrapped, and are busy marinading in their lemon and herb bath, (I did not burn them....yet). The baskets are filled, and waiting to be set out after the girls are definitely asleep - at least BP who still thinks there is an Easter Bunny that we leave carrots for because if we left cookies like we do for Santa, he'd throw up, (I think she's seen one too many cat hairballs). Hubs and I still have to fill the colorful plastic eggs with candy. We'll....probably I'll....have to wait for morning to hide them, or else the cats will bat them around until they break open, spilling the candy contents everywhere, (I have cleaned up one too many cat hairballs; one of the beasts has a sweet tooth).
|
|
|
Post by vox on Apr 8, 2007 12:18:55 GMT -6
So sorry to hear about your disastrous weather over there Phalon. While we are basking in glorious sunshine! Been out pottering about in the garden most of the weekend, potting plants up (get it. pottering about?) sorry for the bad pun. Hope the girls liked their easter bunny treats! I sincerely hope that your good weather returns pretty soon.
|
|
|
Post by Phalon on Apr 8, 2007 21:44:19 GMT -6
No need to apologize for bad puns, Vox; they're what this place was built on.
I did not go x-country skiing today. Pfft. The snow was not right - not slidey or glidey, but sticky. Sticky snow globs stuck to the bottom of my skis that grow into snowberg sized slabs after a short time. No fun skiing like that. Snowshoes - I wish I had some of those.
Send some of the sunny glory over the sea, would you? I want to potter in my garden.
Hoping I can keep my feet warm tomorrow; I am miserable with cold feet.
|
|
|
Post by Scrappy Amazon on Apr 10, 2007 13:11:30 GMT -6
We've skipped spring.....again....it's been 90 here. Pfft....anyone in a cooler part of the country want a new roomie who loves animals?
|
|
|
Post by Phalon on Apr 11, 2007 9:18:58 GMT -6
A roomie who loves animals...hhhhmmmm....does that mean you're bringing yours? Only if they'll be a good influenence and teach manners to mine.
In the last week, they have pounced on, and destroyed the chocolate cake the girls and I made, which was set covered and in what I thought was an out-of-reach cat-proof place on top of the refrigerator....got in the Easter candy...coughed up one hairball - on the carpet, a foot away from the tiled easy-to-clean floor, and woke me up at 3:30 each morning for no other reason than because they could. Grrrrrr.
And if they try what I know they will try, I shall have to boot them out in the snow....
I have been bumming the loss of my flowers - the daffodils that are my favorite and everything else in my yard that has been beaten and withered by the wind, turned to mush by the frost, and now sits buried under a fresh three inches of snow that started this morning and shows no signs of letting up. Bumming is too mild a term actually; I have been mourning them.
Today, a knock at the door - the mudroom door; inside the house. "What fresh hell is this?", I wondered, (my new favorite quote from Dorothy Parker).
Flowers! Hubs sent them - a sympathy bouquet to ease my pain and suffering over my loss. Iris, goldenrod, deep-purple asters, tiny yellow mums, pale pink and yellow snap-dragons, apricot something-I-don't-know-that-it-is's, and a single red rose.
I love flowers. Fresh, unblemished, unchewed upon, untipped out of their vase flowers. The cats are eyeing them. I am eyeing the cats.
|
|
|
Post by Scrappy Amazon on Apr 15, 2007 15:18:12 GMT -6
A roomie who loves animals...hhhhmmmm....does that mean you're bringing yours? Only if they'll be a good influenence and teach manners to mine. Manners? If their owner is any indication then probably not. *playing taps for Madam P's flowers*
|
|
|
Post by Phalon on Apr 17, 2007 21:51:49 GMT -6
Road work everywhere - it truly must be spring.
Don't get out your trumpet yet, Scrappy; the flowers seem to have a second life - reinCarnation! At least the daffodils, amazing things that they are. Flattened to the ground, frozen, and beyond hope, but BP went outside yesterday, picked a sorry looking bouquet, which, of course, I had to put in a vase. They perked right up!!! No wonder they are my favorites.
And Hubs' bouquet is still looking beautiful - I make sure to comment on it each day; one can never give too many hints, ya know. I tuck it in bed each night - sticking it in the mudroom so the beastlie boys on feline night patrol won't attack.
Sunshine - actual sunshine for three days running! Wow! Calm me, please, before I hurt myself from over-excitement. I got the veggie garden hoed - half of it anyway - the other half is still housing my perennials I stuck there last fall because I didn't have a place for them yet; I still don't have a place for them. Peas and beets I got planted - the cold weather crops. Hubs, who is in recovery from a snow shoveling incident and in physical therapy, was doing some backseat gardening, laughing at me for planting three rows of beets. But they are special beets, Dear. See the picture? Pretty concentric circles of alternating burgundy and white; an heirloom variety. One can never have too many heirlooms, now can they? Or flowers - did I tell you today how much I'm enjoying that bouquet you sent?
|
|
|
Post by Phalon on Apr 22, 2007 6:53:11 GMT -6
A quick stop in this morning - an absolutely gorgeous morning - to wish everyone a Happy Earth Day, before I go skiing.
Do something Earthy.
|
|
|
Post by Phalon on May 8, 2007 5:52:11 GMT -6
With weather the way it has been the past week and this one, it makes me want to rethink spring as being my least favorite season; it's been sunny and in the mid-sixties to low seventies. Everything is so lush and growing.
The Amelanchiers have nearly finished their spring bloom....so delicate a flower on such a wispy tree - at least in the woods where they grow naturally. Out in the open, they are much fuller - like mine at home, which is still small and more bush-like than tree-shaped. I think if I had to choose my favorite spring blooming tree it would be Amelanchier.
I haven't been roller-skiing as much as I'd like. A friend told me that things like this - things you enjoy doing for yourself - need to be scheduled; you need to make time to do them, not try to find time. She's right, and this last week I started to do just that.
It's so beautiful on the trail now. Tiny white petals from the fading Amelanchier blossoms litter the ground. Lavender colored wild geraniums, dandelions, strawberries, trillium, spotted trout lilies, buttercups, horse mint, (I think that's what it's called), false Solomon's seal, and dainty purple violets are blooming. The may-apples are starting to unfold like umbrellas. I keep wanting to plant some - we sell them at the nursery. It'd strictly be one of those things I plant because it reminds me of someone - my Dad always pointed them out when we were kids, and he showed us that by lifting the umbrellas, the flowers were hidden underneath. The wild ginger is coming up also.
This I do have in my yard, and like may-apples, the bell-shaped chocolate-colored flowers are hidden beneath the leaves - one of those surprises in the garden you have to look for, and mine are blooming now. Along with these tiny flowers, I've got white narcissus, the azalea is about to pop, forget-me-nots, and in the lawn, violets, ground ivy, some white streaked-with-pink low growing star-shaped flowers; they look like they might come from a bulb, and dandelions. I wish dandelions were a socially acceptable flower; I think they're quite pretty. I almost hated to cut the lawn this weekend, chopping their heads off. The purple leafed sand cherry is blooming - I hate it, and wonder why the hell I planted the damned thing. Bleah. Fuzzy fothergilla is in bloom too, and Hubs told BP, when she asked what it was called, that it was "Lamb Balls".
"ACK! Lamb Balls?! You are telling our child these are lamb's balls?!"
"Uhm Dear?" (eye-roll) "You know", he said, "fuzzy balls of lamb?"
Ack, again.
"I mean lamb's wool, Dear - balls of lamb's wool. I know you've got lamb-something planted here."
"That would be lambs ears...that fuzzy low growing thing down there."
At least he's learned the difference between dandelions and daffodils.
|
|
|
Post by fallenangel on May 8, 2007 19:02:26 GMT -6
My lilies are fixing to bloom. The ones that the easter freeze didnt kill. And one of my rose bushes might bloom this week too.
|
|
|
Post by Siren on May 8, 2007 23:36:45 GMT -6
Thanks for the reports, guys. Gams, every spring, I wish I could walk around your yard with you, while you point out all the flowers.
The abundant rain we've had has the flowers working overtime. My roses have been fabulous - the best in years. My snapdragons are doing very well - such bright, vivid colors. My friend David's daisies are as tall as I've ever seen them, and should be in full bloom in a week. The irises have been beautiful this spring, too.
I got a late start this spring, but finally replanted the planter my mom gave me last year. I put a nice lavender plant in the middle, and surrounded it with purple wave petunias, purple jew, "blue eyes" nierembergia, oxalis crassipes (rosea), along with a pretty little ivy that returned from last year, and a volunteer rose moss plant. BTW, Gams, I had to transcribe those fancy names. Those plants are new to me, but I liked their looks at the nursery.
My angel wing begonia is blooming. I think y'all have heard the story about that plant. The original begonia belonged to my grandmother, who died in 1996. After her death, my cousin Hope took the plant and started babies from it for all of us. The first year I had it, I guarded it closely, even leaving it with a friend while I went on vacation. She told her husband, "For god's sake, don't let anything happen to that. It belonged to her dead grandmother!" Lol! I'm glad I can laugh about it now. I used to cry every year when that plant bloomed.
A friend gave me baby aloe vera and jade plants last year, and theyr'e doing well. And the arrowleaf has really taken off since I moved it onto the porch. I do love my porch plants, and miss them dearly during the winter.
|
|
|
Post by Phalon on May 10, 2007 5:57:24 GMT -6
Wow, you two have roses blooming, or ready to bloom already?! You are way ahead of us. Mine got desecrated by the wind, snow, and last hard freeze we had; they were just starting to leaf out, and everything just withered. All but one bounced back - the one with tiny pale yellow blooms that I didn't care for much anyway. Gives me an excuse to rip it out - maybe plant it down in our ravine where I put my garden rejects.
Bravo, Siren, on your botanical latin! I've never heard of those two plants, though I can guess the oxalis might look like a form of clover - pink leaves, or pink flowers? Our annual season just started; we got our first shipment in Tuesday in time for Mother's Day weekend, and we'll get shipments every other day through about Memorial Day. It's too early here - the last frost date is usually the end of May or early June. We all hate getting them in this soon, but to compete with the big box stores, we have to, and we'll warn customers against the dangers of leaving them outside in pots, or planting them in the ground - most nights still dip down into the forties - meaning sure death to annuals.
With the Tuesday delivery, Angelwing Begonias arrived - one of my bosses favorites. I've never heard the story of your grandmother's begonia, Siren. It's one to cherish, as is her plant of yours.
|
|
|
Post by Phalon on May 10, 2007 21:37:07 GMT -6
Tonight was LX's Spring Concert; I had my trepidations about sitting through it, wondering how bad a sixth grade orchestra could sound. It wasn't bad...actually quite nice, and if the seventh and eighth grade orchestra is any indication of what my daughter's class will sound like next year, notions of screaming, dying cats in my living room which are really the sounds of a screeching violin will be dispelled from my memory...hopefully.
The highschool orchestra sounded wonderful.
Siren - ironically, while getting together an order at work, I ran across a description and picture of Oxalis crassipes 'rosea' at work today in a perennial catolog. It is a cute plant - like little shamrocks. I didn't order any for the nursery though; it's listed as a "tender perennial" here, which means it will mostly die over the winter. It will have no problem coming back next year in your climate though.
|
|
|
Post by Siren on May 10, 2007 22:30:56 GMT -6
Hi Gams - Your guess about the little clovers was right. That's just what they look like. Little pink blossoms. Mama says hers have returned from seasons past, so you're right about that, too.
Ever heard of a Dragon Wing Begonia? I saw those at the greenhouse the other day.
I wish my mom had started me in some kind of music lessons when I was little - especially the violin. Bless the ears of the mothers of young musicians! Hang in there, Gams.
|
|
|
Post by Siren on May 13, 2007 7:58:25 GMT -6
Had a neat experience yesterday - attended the open house of a local Clydesdale ranch. They made quite a time of it: free hamburgers, hotdogs, and drinks..free Clydesdale-drawn wagon rides..a little petting zoo..drawings for tickets to local sporting events..autographs from local sports stars. But the big draw was getting close to those world-class Clydesdales. They are magnificent animals, absolutely enormous. Yet, I saw one leaning his head waaaaay down over the door of his stall so that a little girl could pet him. He was just drinking it in, loving every moment. The barn where they live is sumptuous - an old, old barn, completely and grandly restored by Amish craftsmen, gleaming and clean, heated and air-conditioned, with the best feed, about 5 inches of clean shavings on the floor, even music from speakers mounted throughout the barn. If there is such a thing as reincarnation, and being an animal is next for me, I'd like to be one of those Clydesdales. They have it made!
|
|
|
Post by Phalon on May 21, 2007 6:02:02 GMT -6
I love those Clydesdales - and the beer that comes with them. We saw them, (the horses and the beer), at the county fair, and what big heads they have! (the horses and the beer.)
I am going to write a book: Gardening Mishaps With Hubs. Chapter Twenty-six will be titled "Strawberry Fields Aren't Forever".
I was cutting the grass this weekend down in the ravine, passed by a slope where little grows. "Daa-aamn!" Second pass around, "Daaa-aaamn" again. Finished cutting the lawn, and gently asked Hubs, "Dear, do you know what strawberry plants look like?"
"Uhm...yes?"
"Really?"
"No, I didn't? Did I? Daaa-aam!" The Man With The Weed Whacker whacked to the ground all the twenty or so strawberry plants I diligently planted on the slope last fall. They made it through the winter, and were covered in flowers, soon to turn into delicious red berries in a month or so. Just nubby stems remain.
We had a nice surprise this weekend which surely means summer is soon to be here: friends of ours that own a jewelry shop up the road stopped by the house. They close up shop after tourist season, and winter in Texas, returning each year to open the store again right before Memorial Day. Great to see them again! But shoot - both girls alternating sicknesses last week, insanely busy at work, and the result at the end of the week was a house suffering from a lack of housework. How come guests never drop by unexpectedly when the house is pristinely spotless? Is my house ever pristinely spotless?
"Uhm...yes?"
"Really?"
|
|
|
Post by Siren on May 21, 2007 21:57:21 GMT -6
My mom says that many men cannot weed-whack or prune trees without supervision, as they get carried away. Sounds like your hubs may be in that category, Gams. Are your trees umbrella-shaped, like my mom's? My dad will cut as high as he can reach, if no one is supervising him.
My friend Patti had to literally take the rented power washer away from her husband, as he was "playing with it" (her words) instead of getting work done. Apparently, it was more fun for him to power wash the sidewalk than to blast the loose paint off their house before painting. She says she won't let him drive for the same reason: "he's distracted by shiny things".
My mom and I got a treat yesterday. We spotted a large white crane in the shallows of our neighbor's pond, and got out the binoculars to get a better look at him. As we were gazing at the crane, a bluebird landed on the fence right in front of us, giving us a spectacular close-up view. He even turned around so we could see his pretty coral-colored chest, too. While we were ooing and ahing over him, a scissor-tailed flycatcher (our state bird) landed on the fence near him, also giving us great view. It is so green and beautiful here. I love spring!
|
|
|
Post by Phalon on May 22, 2007 5:00:13 GMT -6
LMAO, Siren. I know about that gotta-prune-just-for-the-sake-of-using-sharp-implements ailment that men have; I see it everyday. A man will come in the nursery, buy a tree, and do they ask how to plant it; how to take care of it so it won't end up as a dead carcass in the parking lot a month later because they've killed it due to lack of water, and now want a replacement? No, of course not. The first thing outta their mouths is "What branches can I cut off?", or "Can I limb it up?" I have a friend who I tease about trimming his maples into odd-shaped topiaries.
My trees aren't umbrella-shaped, though. Thankfully, Hubs does not have this ailment....yet. Yesterday, I told him I needed to get out the ladder and prune the dead wood out of the top of the little American Hornbeam I planted last year - poor little thing got blasted by the winter wind, and a lot of the tips of the upper branches died. Hubs said he'd do it for me. His head was turned, looking at the tree.....so I didn't see if there was that gleam in his eye. Maybe I should reconsider excepting his offer.
Cool, for your bird-spotting experience. I haven't seen any birds at my feeder this spring except my usual guests. Usually this time of year I'll get a indigo bunting or two, a grosbeak, or a flicker. The indigo buntings are my favorite - they are plentiful at work, and it always startles me seeing those brillant flashes of blue dart through the trees. Hubs said he saw some sort of crane-like bird down in the ravine; BP said it was a turkey. I don't know who is right.
This bird talk reminds me I need to get in the pet thread and post one of those middle-of-the-road critter rescue stories that happened last week. Hopefully, I'll remember to do it when I have time.
Gotta go get my peeps ready for school.
|
|
|
Post by Mini Mia on Mar 2, 2008 18:03:48 GMT -6
The Frogs! The Frogs!
A sure sign of spring . . . no? Except we're suppose to get snow Tuesday. Poor froggies.
|
|
|
Post by Phalon on Mar 3, 2008 0:52:45 GMT -6
No! Not yet! I'm not ready for spring!!!!
I almost feel guilty wishing for more snow. It seems everyone here is more than tired of it now. Oh - there are a few hold-outs: me, my weekly coffee-date friend from work, and my bosses - we all feel like we've gotta suck every last bit of winter out of the season before it ends. And it doesn't look like it'll be long....no frogs yet, but it was nearly fifty degrees today. Glad I got out and skied yesterday; I hope it's not the last time....more snow is supposed to be on the way.
|
|
|
Post by Siren on Mar 3, 2008 9:51:30 GMT -6
Our frogs are already here, too, Gams. Yay!!
My BIL told me that he and my sis had heard spring peepers (baby bullfrogs) in their pond and creek. And he said that night before last, for the first time this year, he had to drive carefully on their country road to avoid kamikaze frogs. I had dinner with them last night, and on the way home did my share of dodge-the-froggie. Finally, I could resist no longer. When I spotted one ahead, I stopped and caught him. It was a young bullfrog, about 3 inches long from nose to hiney. He was so smooth and slimy and squishy - totally unlike my lumpy, beloved toads. His skin was almost translucent in places. Seemed like I could almost see his little innards. And his legs were magnificent! - loooong and slender, muscular athlete's legs, like a runner's. I wish I'd taken more time to look him over, now. I bet his webbed feet were something to see. But I put him safely in the ditch, near a little pool. I hope he makes it through this cold snap okay.
My sis says that a bullfrog lives in the water trough near the turkey pen at my folks' barn. She and the girls propped a board in the trough so that he can hop out and rest.
Our state had heavy thunderstorms and even a couple of tornadoes yesterday. Today, snow is expected. But don't get excited, Gams. We get wimpy little snows here. I hope you get bunches and bunches!
|
|
|
Post by Phalon on Mar 5, 2008 9:32:02 GMT -6
Wow! You guys are way ahead of us in terms of spring-like happenings. Though it warmed up over the weekend, and a combination of sun during the day and overnight rain left big patches of grass showing instead of the piles of snow, the ground is still frozen rock solid. We are a long way from it being frog season here.
Right now, it's pothole season. I've been zig-zagging through the neighborhood streets nearly all winter just to avoid a huge pothole at the end of our road that covers the width of our street. It's the kind of pothole that swallows cars whole. The road crews have filled it twice, and put up barricades blocking the road from through traffic when the filling failed to keep the hole from returning. Yesterday, they filled it again, and erected an orange traffic sign that says, "Rough road, proceed with caution. 5mph".
While I've avoided getting out of my neighborhood and onto the main road by using the zig-zag alternate route method, these last few days I've been zig-zagging all over those alternate roads. It's like driving through an obstacle course. The potholes are springing up everywhere! Though they are lumpy bumpy like your toads, Siren, they are definitely not sweet and innocent. Destruction to all who dare cross their paths is what they have in mind.
|
|
|
Post by Siren on Mar 6, 2008 8:33:47 GMT -6
We used to have a canyon of a pothole near the bridge in the lane leading to my folks' house. You had to steer toward the edge of the bridge to miss it, then dodge back at the last second. We became used to it, and got to where we didn't give it a thought. But a friend of my sis' actually screamed when he thought we were going over the edge of the bridge. LOL!
They're predicting snow for us today - could be 4 inches or more. Judging by the increase in visitors at my bird feeders this morning, the cold snap is already here. I see starlings and sparrows, mostly, but a pair of doves, a bluejay, and a few snowbirds as well.
|
|
|
Post by Phalon on Mar 7, 2008 8:47:28 GMT -6
BOLL! I'd probably scream too....then beg to do it all over again, like being on a roller-coaster.
I've heard the birds singing the last few days, both in the mornings and evenings - I haven't seen them yet; there are still no visitors at my feeder. Spring - Coming Soon to a Feeder Near You.
All the rain we had early in the week melted the snow, and tried to ruin my winter bliss. But ahhhhh....bliss can take many forms. After the rain, out came the sun. The track was clear, I got out my roller-skies again, and had the most blissful time getting in a good glide. It was kinda cool - the track was still wet, the air was brrrr cold, but the sun was shining brightly. The combination of the three created a mist that rose from the track the way it rises from the river. It was neat skiing through fog that only came to my knees.
It was a brief spring-like moment. Winter is far from over here, and we got more snow overnight. Not enough to do anything with, but just enough to not be able to do anything; too much for wheels, not enough for sticks, and it's supposed to be the same through the weekend. Just an inch there, another inch there, but nothing actually accumulating, because, (yay!!!), the sun has been shining during the day. It's like spring is ready, but winter is not quite letting go yet. March is standing in front of her closet, trying to decide which outfit to wear: lamb or lion? It seems she's decided to mix and match the two.
|
|
|
Post by Phalon on Mar 12, 2008 23:27:44 GMT -6
Signs of spring these past couple of days….
For “March is Reading Month” I read to the first graders in BP’s school. I chose a beautifully illustrated book titled “Whose Garden Is It?” It was a cute story, and the pictures gave me a taste of what’s to come.
Hubs stored the sleds, and my cross-country skis up in the garage rafters until next winter – although I told him it is too early to hang up my skis for the season, I have a feeling it is just wishful thinking on my part.
I took BP and the neighbor twins to the track with me, and while I roller-skied, they rode bikes; it was the first time the bikes have had any use since last fall. There were a couple of other families out there, doing the same thing. LX and her friend skateboarded around the neighborhood, and actually did not run into any ice patches on the sidewalks, thus no wipeouts and holey jeans and bruised or bloody knees, which come from skateboarding around the neighborhood two weeks ago, when there were still snow and ice patches. (eye-roll)
I got a wild hair, and decided to do some spring cleaning – I washed the dining room and living windows inside and out….I stopped there, and did not get to the other rooms when the sun hit the living room windows and I realized the sparkling clean I thought I got them was streaked gray on the outside. Grrrr. Spent the rest of the afternoon re-doing them.
Hhmmm….and that’s about it. Temperatures in the low forties, lots of sun, but there is still snow on the ground, mostly in the shady places, and the piles the blowers, shovels and plows left. The ground is still stiff. I am still scraping heavy frost of the car every morning. And like my wishful thinking that I’ll still get some use out of my x-country skis, all these signs of spring are wishful thinking by others…and I must admit, myself…that spring is here.
|
|
|
Post by Phalon on Mar 20, 2008 7:47:07 GMT -6
Look, look!!! There! Do you see them? A few tiny crocus shoots are finally pushing up next to my front porch!
And the sun is shining, but BP made a keen observation this morning when she said, "Mommy, you should not have to scrape ice off the car on the first day of spring."
|
|