As a gardener there is nothing more frustrating than waiting for spring. Spring brings new hopes for greener days and dirtier hands. That's just one reason why I was so excited yesterday when I saw those tiny green shoots pushing through the newly un-snow-covered ground. I had a fleeting thought that soon I would be able to get out into the garden to start the process of spring clean-up. I had visions of adding mulch, of straightening stones, even of weeding! Oh the spring dreams that I had only 24 hours ago... And now I've been thrust back into the Ice Age!
My poor lilac bushes!
And the newly added trees are bent under the weight of the ice.
Even my one and only "large" tree has been battered and bruised.
I remember that once upon a time it was lush and full...Those were the days!
Why does Old Man Winter mess with my mind this way?
