What do you love about spring? Leave a comment!
What do you love about spring? Leave a comment!
For most of the country, March Madness 2012 ended with last weekend’s championship game. For many Iowans, like my husband, the madness ended in the second round when the Iowa State Cyclones, the team that beat the reigning champs in the first round, lost to Kentucky in the second.
But for other Iowans, like me, the March madness continues, not on the basketball court, but in our flowerbeds. This year’s mild weather was mentioned in a previous post, and afterwards spring marched through March like mad. In fact, so unbeleivable was spring’s onslaught that on the last day of the month, I used my camera to make a record of the mad, mad, mad, mad spring of 2012. Crazy stuff, unheard of in Central Iowa. Stuff like
bleeding hearts blooming in March,
along with tulips,
and more tulips,
Not to mention buds on the clematis
and the lilacs, too,
rhubarb almost ready to be picked,
and the roses in full leaf.
Only the wild plum tree blossoms, usually the first of the spring flowers to bloom, waited until their usual time to appear.
Surrounded by the many evidences of this mad spring, the plum tree nearly escaped my notice, until the fragrance of the blossoms wafted on the breeze and tickled my nose. A lovely March Madness I pray will rule at our house until the end of May.
Today, a compassionate, caring medical professional at Allergy Associates of LaCrosse, Wisconsin is going to hurt me. This person will perform allergy tests by pricking my baby soft skin over and over and over. Why submit to such torture? I chalk it up to these top ten reasons it’s time to visit an allergy clinic.
10. You plan your daily walks to avoid homes that vent their dryers, and hence the scent
of dryer sheets, along the sidewalk.
9. You avoid campfire smoke by bribing little children to roast marshmallows for your s’more.
8. You can’t to visit your friends unless they get rid of candles and incense first.
7. You beg God to put all Bath and Body Works stores out of business.
6. Your husband scrubs his face and/or shaves with unscented lotion before daring to kiss you.
5. You’re beginning to think face masks look kinda fashionable, even sexy.
4. You start thinking of perfume and men’s cologne as instruments of Satan.
3. You ask your hubby to demonstrates his love by not buying you flowers.
2. Your eyes get red and itchy when looking at pictures of cats.
1. Your personal road to hell is paved, not with good intentions, but with scented candles, Glade air fresheners and department store perfume aisles.
For the first time ever, my indoor bouquet of American Cancer Society daffodils and the bed of outdoor daffodils are blooming at the same time.
Since today is the first day of spring, this may seem like no big deal to many of you who live south of Iowa. But in this state, the calendar’s first day of spring and the weather’s first day of spring are usually weeks apart. But not this year.
This year on the first day of spring, the bleeding heart looks like this:
The magnolia like this:
Not to mention the iris,
and the lilacs.
Spring is almost a month ahead of itself, and its early appearance is a worry. Spring is one of those things to be anticipated, best savored when it arrives on time or even a little late. An early spring leads to complications, like when house guests show up before you’ve made the bed with fresh linens, or babies are born prematurely, or young people become rich before they’ve learned to handle money.
Once the leaves and buds and stalks appear, they’re sitting ducks for the killing frost that’s bound to come. After the frost, flowers don’t bloom, fruit trees don’t fruit, and plants spend the entire summer trying to recover. An early spring is like dessert being served before the meal. It tastes so good at first, but it spoils the appetite while leaving the stomach unsatisfied.
But, an early spring is the one we’ve got, and nothing can be done about it. Therefore, I’m doing my best to enjoy it, trying to convince myself that it’s okay to eat dessert first if it’s the only food in the house. So far the ruse is working. But when the killing frost comes – and rest assured it will – and wipes away all this early sweetness, will these pictures of early spring be enough to fill the emptiness inside?
The first day back after vacation is such a jolt – the tedium of unpacking, laundry, planning meals, grocery shopping, sorting mail, answering emails, and getting back to work – after a week of wandering aimlessly in the sunshine and eating out. I thought the biggest jolt would be the temperature outside the airport. But Minneapolis was an unseasonable 60 degrees when we landed, almost identical to Atlanta when we left.
Instead, the biggest jolt has been the brown lawns and bare shrubs after a week in green and flowering Georgia. To combat the dreary scene framed in the window, I downloaded my vacation photos. They were so cheery, I decided to pass some faves on to you.
And just in case you aren’t convinced spring is coming…
Well, I’m feeling a whole lot better.
How about you?
A few years ago my older sister, who hit fifty long before I did, said she was getting more like our Grandma Hess (our mother’s mother) every year. “Maybe it’s happening to you,” I thought, “but it won’t happen to me.” I was so wrong! Since turning fifty almost three years ago, I have developed some strange quirks that can be traced directly to Grandma. The most notable of these traits are:
Some of Grandma’s traits I haven’t picked up yet and hope Hiram or my kids chain me to a wall before I do are:
Unfortunately, a few years ago I would have told my family to chain me to a wall if I snored, spit on a tissue or wore a flower-patterned apron. So I’m probably doomed to pick up a few more Grandma quirks every few years. But if the Lawrence Welk oddities come last, I’ll be eternally grateful.
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