It happens every March here in the mountains. Right after a cold spell, the sun will come out. It will warm the earth, causing flowers to bud and bloom. Those of us who love to garden will rush to the hardware store. We buy top soil and seeds. We dig up dead grasses, sprouting weeds.
Spring is here at last! A few glorious days of warmth. Fragile lilacs burst forth. We want so badly to forget what the unseasonal weather meant. It is not spring, not really, not yet. Grandpa called it Dogwood winter. I just sigh and call it disappointment.
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Live Love Be Green said,
March 19, 2013 @ 6:50 pm
Dogwood winter is a great name for the glimpse of warmer weather. Even though those few days are sublime, getting back to the reality of the season is always difficult indeed. Spring is just around the corner!
Sandra Bennett said,
March 20, 2013 @ 1:40 am
Spring tease… 😦
Mary Ann said,
March 20, 2013 @ 3:17 am
I have cabin fever here in Minnesota. It keeps snowing and it feels like January. Wondering if my daffodils will ever show their smily faces.
beebeesworld said,
March 21, 2013 @ 1:36 am
It is cold here now too-supposed to be all week-it is so cold in this house even-sick of it!
Bette A. Stevens said,
April 14, 2013 @ 7:51 pm
Sounds like Maine, only dogwood can’t survive here… HURRY UP SPRING!