I miss Spring. The Spring of my childhood. It was a time that let you shake off the cold of Winter slowly and ease into the warmth that promised to be Summer. It appeared slowly, greening bit by bit with occasional rains and sunny days coaxing sprouts. Now plants are yanked to attention with summery weather in March.
Today the lawn service was here cutting the grass for at least the second time and it's only mid-April in Michigan. The plants that were fooled into budding - grapes, fruit trees and more - were dealt a knock out punch when the weather suddenly turned cold and biting frosts snapped them. No Welches this year. Maybe some wine, but not as much. And it promises to be a difficult year for peaches apples and other fruits that were hit after growing far too much for the season.
I miss Spring. Now we seem to totter endlessly between Winter and Summer. I so hope we don't lose Fall too.
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