With bated breath, I watched the forecast late last week. Lows in the mid 20’s were forecast for Friday and Saturday nights.
Peach and plum trees, in full bloom, would suffer. As would ornamental trees. The first blush of Spring would brown by morning.
I grieved the loss I knew would come. Then, I acknowledged that it was beyond my control, took action to protect what I could and moved on, hoping for the best.
Friday night’s temp dropped as forecast. There was talk of Redbud Winter, but no Redbud blossoms had yet been sighted.
‘Round these parts we have Spring “Winters” – Redbud is the first, followed by Dogwood, Locust, Blackberry and Cotton Britches. By the time Cotton Britches Winter gets here, we’re usually glad for the cooler temps it brings.
Yesterday, Saturday, Hubby and I headed out on an errand run. We had not gone 50 feet before I saw confirmation that this was, indeed, Redbud Winter. It was as if the freezing temperatures had squeezed the branches and popped out the blooms.
As we traveled down the interstate, the blush of Redbud dotted hills.
Spring had officially arrived.
The last freeze of the season? I doubt it. The last cold snap? Nope.
Time to finish garden prep? You betcha! It’s time to plant garden peas and lettuce.
Springtime marches toward Summer. We’ve 4 Spring Winters to go. Time will pass all too quickly as the days grow longer and outside demands grow heavier.
Now…if the rain will just hold off long enough…. My to do list just grew longer and more urgent.