I swear it’s spring. 70 degree days…flower buds trying to burst…fuzzy pussywillows… So why does the calendar say March 13? Is it some cruel joke? Will another April Fool’s Snow ruin all of this precious life? Let’s hope not. In the meantime, I choose to believe it’s spring!
*** This site is comprised solely of the opinions of its author, Stacey Morgan Smith. She works to promote gardening and tourism in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia, from Roanoke to the Potomac River.***
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