Snow flurries. Seriously? Yesterday was the second day of spring, at least according to the calendar, and I woke up to snowflakes. To add insult to injury, it actually got colder as the day wore on, not warmer. Grey, windy, and temperatures in the thirties. THIS IS VIRGINIA, for crying out loud! Sorry, I had to vent.
My chives are coming up, my daffodils are making an appearance, the new crop of weeds is adorning my front yard, there are buds on my knockout rose bushes, my hostas are pushing their way out of the ground, and my hydrangeas are waking up. Wouldn’t you think that the sunny, warm weather would get on board? Where is global warming when you need it? I’m getting worried because my girlfriend from Connecticut is coming to visit in a few weeks, and she jokingly said I better have some warm weather waiting for her or else. I promised her that by the time she comes, our beautiful Virginia spring will be plenty warm enough. I’m afraid to ask what the “or else” is because the way things are going, I may not be able to make good on my promise.
My husband thinks we will skip spring altogether and go right into summer. I’m still holding out hope that he is wrong. After seeing these snow flurries, though, I think waiting for spring may prove to be like waiting for Godot. I may be waiting in vain.