February first,
a winter storm is lurking;
ice and snow and sleet —
is their inner clock not working?
What ever are they thinking,
popped up so green and straight?
Could it possibly be spring
they prognosticate?
Dear reader, if you live in this country, you know that winter is about to smite us again; snow and ice are roaring at us and the last couple days have seen people dashing about, not in the best of moods, trying to prepare. Yesterday it was 50. I took advantage of the anomaly and walked around the house. It was like taking that big breath before diving underwater again: one bit of fresh air before the next hunkering down.
I about fell over when I spotted these shoots. They must have sprouted in January! There was a strange sound: me, laughing out loud. I think I might even have talked to them: “Are you nuts?” (Gardeners are weird.)
We are about to get walloped, according to the weatherpeople. I prefer the forecast of the daffodils.