…the leaves by hundreds came.
The chestnuts ,oaks and maples,and leaves of every name
This is my favorite grade school poem by George Cooper, officially titled October’s Party. But there’s only one problem. None of the chestnuts, oaks and maples have turned color yet here.Damn humidity and global warming.
It was 70 for Christmas Eve and this morning I woke up to snow. Thank you global warming…NOT.
I moved my geraniums out and hopefully managed to save them in time and bring them back in. I don’t know if they’ll have made it.
In the meantime, the bulbs are managing to come out for everyone else. For me? Well, I have Kasia. Put a fence around an area with hyacinth bulbs has proved to be like waving a red flag in front of Kasia…she adores going in there and making a mess. Jim approves, as he doesn’t care for my favorite Easter flower.
I guess it’ll be 80 for Easter.
Back in the day, it would currently be spring. What I mean is it would be 50-60 degrees in the daytime, and maybe high 40’s at night.
Now, thanks to global warming, the spring flowers are all bloomed out, and we have seemingly jumped into summer planting of impatiens, dusty miller and marigolds. Well, I managed to plant at Undisclosed and here, but this summer weather?
I miss my spring coat.