We’ve had a nice period of rain here on our Shenandoah Valley farm, so I missed my daily walk around the property. Today I ventured out and endured wet sneakers to see what’s blooming under the gray sky and misty air.
The few blooming daffodils are weighed down with the droplets, and the forsythia looks as if it’s covered with tissue-paper flowers. The grape hyacinths are already fading, and the bridal wreath spirea looks like it’s ready to burst.
Prettiest of all on this cloudy day? The pussywillow. It has “peaked” and is starting to puff out with seed.*** This personal blog is comprised solely of the opinions, views, projects, and travels of its author, Stacey Morgan Smith. She is lucky enough to have loving family and friends whom she drags along with her on her adventures and whom she puts to work on her little farm. She uses this blog to help promote living in the mountains of the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia, from Roanoke to the Potomac River.**