Yesterday it was downright balmy. I wandered around in the muck feeling very, oh, let's call it 'fluffy'. I heard my first red-winged blackbird, my personal heralder of Spring. All the birds are in Spring mode and the trees are filled with little trills and burbles. I caught Apria stretching and yawning in the sunshine. The chipmunks are rampant.
Looking off the deck towards the sheep paddock.
Then, today, the wind started. I tell you, it could blow the curl right out of your hair! A cold front approacheth. It seems that, this year, the changes are all sudden and violent. Balmy day, followed by fierce winds and dropping temperatures, followed by fierce winds and rising temperatures. Geezloueez. I took my 'spring/summer' footwear out of the closet (ankle high Muck boots, as opposed to the mid-calf winter style) but, before I could slip them on, the melting snow was flash frozen into ice. Again. I donned my down vest, relishing the freedom of (at least) my arms, slipped on light work gloves, and was driven back into the house less than an hour later with ice cubes on my elbows and frozen fingers. I appear to be a little over-anxious for Spring.
My Meyer Lemon tree is busting out all over with an abundance of new leaves, fragrant blossoms and little green lemons. It is my symbol of hope.