Wednesday, March 15, 2006
An apple a day keeps ... The worm population in check!
If it looks like spring, feels like spring and smells like spring, then it must be spring! Not so fast! This is New England, dear readers. They have a saying here that if you don't like the weather in New England, just wait a minute.
I was looking out my window onto that reasonable facsimile of a front yard. It appears that the flora is keenly aware of that adage. In spite of the bright sun and a temperature of 65 degrees, they are not going to be lulled into the same sense of false security that has befallen us. Too many of their ancestors had been lost to killing frosts as late as into May.
The fauna, namely the squirrels and the birds, have taken the bait, alas. Not a single plant, flower, shrub or tree have been tempted to bud. Even the Forsythia remains barren. The knife-like blades of the tulip leaves have broken the surface in the back yard, but they are hardy and will survive an interment beneath snow.
Looking ahead, when possibility of snow is no longer a threat, it will be nice to see the grass turning green, the Forsythia decked out in its bright yellow leaves, and the little pink flowers of the crab apple tree moving in a light breeze.
Shortly thereafter, the grass will begin to reach netherward, the dandelions will flourish and ... I'll being cursing, trying to get the lawn mower to start!
....Ah! I love that sweet smell of the pre-spring air. I find myself reveling in the nippy remnants of winter.
There you have it, the catch-22 of New England's transition from winter to spring. No sooner do you put the snow blower and shovels away and dig out the lawn mower and yard tools, when the weatherman says snow is on the way for Friday! If I wanted to see snow, I'd have pitched a tent on Mount Everest!
The only thing worse than biting into an apple and finding a worm, is finding half a worm! (Trust me, there is an analogy in there somewhere.)
Curmudgeon responsible for this post: Hale McKay at 12:02 AM