Growing up in California, spring sprang towards the end of January- but then, when you never really have winter, and your camellia and hydrangea bushes bloom all winter, what’s to notice? Not such a problem here in the northwest. Not really at all.
Yesterday, my boys broke out the baseball and the tee, and coerced their dad into playing a little ball after work… there is still snow on the ground in our backyard, but they were playing baseball. Pitchers and catchers have reported, after all.
Grass goes dormant, like the trees. I never knew that was possible- coming as I do from the land of eternal summer- so when the first tinges of green can be seen in my lawn, it’s cause for a celebration. Hurrying outside, I examine the branches on the fruit and maple trees for telltale swelling and push aside the mulch on the flower beds hoping for a crocus head or possibly two.
Soon…. oh so soon.
Oh, and happy birthday, Mr. Theodor S. Geisel - better known to you and me as Dr. Seuss! Go to the library and check out a book that will leave you rhyming all day! (Any guesses what the “S” stood for? No googling!)