I think Old Man winter and Mother Nature are beefin’.
It feels like there’s a tug of war between the Old Man with his brown and bare brittle limbs and this entity we call Mother whose life force is to nurture us with budding flourishes of blooms and pollen. Let us not forget the pollen.
The hard frozen ground is trying to thaw. It struggles to awaken and yield to restart this cycle of growth and abundance only to be reclaimed again by harvest and Old Man winter.
So, here’s my question, Madam Mother Nature. What’s up?
Is this a "couple" thing? Are you and the Old Man at odds with each other?
That Old man had his way with us this year with a seemingly appropriate seasonal cold and just enough snow for a picture post card look. The snow wasn’t a burden. It was pretty and didn't linger.
I can see your struggle. The trees are budding like a slow blush. The daffodils are almost done and my tiny Siberian irises are still standing but should be fading by now. The tulips are up but not budding.
So what’s up?
Those March winds are still with us. In case you haven’t checked your calendar, we are in April. I know this because I’ve just paid the bill for our Spring clean up and first lawn cut.
I don’t mean to sound impertinent or ungrateful. I do appreciate the rain. It was desperately needed. But seriously? Couldn’t that be spread out over a span of days rather than during an entire week?
What’s up with this "wind chill feels like" temperature?
I know there are things in life that can’t be controlled, weather being at the top of that list.
So here’s my wish for you and me. Tell Old Man winter to beat it. His time is up.
I have seeds to plant and hopes to nurture, And the shore is calling to me. End this conflict and kick him to the curb with the rest of the winter clean up.
