This time I think it is finally on the way, though I won’t hold my breath (which is still coming out as frosty vapors as of this morning).
While the past few Winters may have received the moniker of “The Winter of our Discontent”, last season we kept snickering over our good fate to have breezed through this past Winter unscathed … up to about three weeks ago, that is. Then we began to be repeatedly slammed with Winter-like conditions after the calendar date signaled Spring’s arrival. Query: what does the calendar know anyway, because even we hardy Michiganders are saying “enough already!” I’m pretty sure everyone shares my sentiments. Spring … we are waiting with bated breath for you and we have not given up hope yet.
But today dawned sunny and bright and miraculously was without rain, snow, sleet or whatever other ugly things have been falling from the sky of late. Just sunshine to light the way for a nice walk on a frosty April 12th morn.
Soon enough there will be more new life though … the barberries are leafing out and I noticed the lilac trees in the neighborhood are just beginning to turn green, and soon, the fragrant lilacs will bloom and fill the air with a heavenly potpourri.
I am sorry to say that monitoring the magnolia tree for blossoms is now over for this year. Just as I predicted, those promising buds died right on the tree. There was another magnolia tree across from Ford Park, and, while not as stupendous as the one on the Boulevard, its buds are similarly unopened with their brownish sheaths all wilted and closed. I thought those buds had died last week already, but I confirmed it today – they never had a chance once those frozen temps began.
We are all subject to the whims of Mother Nature and sometimes there is no wiggle room at all.
[Image from Pixabay]