That’s what the thermometer said when I peeked at it with uncaffeinated eyes this morning at 6:30.
So, I rubbed my eyes, slipped on my glasses, and looked again.
Three sips of coffee later – it still says 42 degrees, but it’s not as fuzzy.
And, after three openings and closings of the outside door, I don’t need the thermometer to tell me the third “winter” of this Spring has slipped in upon us.
Locust winter is here.
And, yes. Locust trees are blooming. I saw one Sunday on the way to church – the racemes were just beginning to lengthen, turn white, and open.
(Can’t help but wonder about the Honey Locust trees at the Zoo. If they are blooming, the aroma there would be delightful!!)
Redbud, Dogwood, and now Locust – that’s three “winters.” The next will be Blackberry.
I’ve located two blackberry bushes, both of which are full of swelling buds. It won’t be long before the bushes are dotted with white flowers. Perhaps, they will bloom during this week’s prolonged cool down and we can strike two winters off the list before May slips in and Summer’s heat begins to tease.
Not one to wait for Cotton Britches Winter to send winter wear packing to the attic, I’m already sporting shorts and sleeveless shirts. But, I’ve kept out a jacket and a sweater – just in case. And, this morning it feels like a mighty good idea.