But it's the very unpredictability of the weather, with its power to distract or detract us from our placidity as it shapes our lives, that I love so much. Humans have thus far not managed to affect it on purpose, and that very fact cheers me. I want (need) there to be an aspect of existence that is its own master. For some reason, this gives me security.
So roar on, winds of March - take a mundane day or week or season and turn it all sideways. Sideways was the direction of the day as all sorts of things went flying through the air! I just hope the temp doesn't nip the just-beginning peach, plum and pear buds.
|Pear tree just beginning to bloom next to the new Pergola. Can't wait to be able to stain the treated lumber gray to match the house.|
|And here come the violets. I've places that are carpeted with these, my favorites.|
|One of my two peach trees. Also just beginning to bloom today.|