One truth learned by living in a temperate climate for 43 years is that the seasons will, eventually, change. As much and as badly as we don’t want summer to end, or that we think the snow will never melt, inevitably, one season gives way to the next.
Yesterday it hit 60 here, and it was an absolutely gorgeous day in every way. The sun was shining, people were out running, walking, and biking in droves – I saw a stunning array of winter white legs, let me tell you! Neighborhoods were teeming with busy folk cleaning up their yards and gardens, waving to passersby, and generally savoring being outdoors again sans either down jacket or snow shovel.
We’ve got some tulip shoots with about 6 inches of leaf, Siberian irises looking somewhat hopeful about resuming life after the long rest, and, as featured above, a random crocus – I only have a couple, and I never know from year to year if I’ll see a flower, because often the buds are eaten by varmints before I know one has formed.
This year, either the varmints are otherwise occupied or the forces that be understand that those of us who endured this Wisconsin winter with its record snowfall are deserving of a little spring miracle.