“March brings breezes sharp and shrill, Shakes the dancing daffodil.”
I walked through the greenhouses taking pictures of cacti, but I was not inspired. So I went outside in the gray, damp, cold, wet garden to look for signs of spring. I admit it, I’m done with winter…old dirty snow and mud…bleh.
Living near the coast, we have warm autumns and cold springs as the ocean cools and warms slowly. March is mostly winter, and without a doubt, “April is the cruelest month”! but I found a few, just a few, signs of spring today. I looked in the warmest spots, usually those tucked up against a south facing stone or tree trunk or foundation.
The daffodils are not dancing yet, but have begun poking up little green leaves. They don’t mind that the temperature can go from 45 degrees to 18 in 24 hours. Good thing! The Witchhazel is really in full bloom, as well as Ozark Witchhazel (Hamamelis vernalis) in the garden. The Winter Heath (Erica carnea), which the bees love, has tiny white buds showing. And one early – bird Hellebore in at the foot of a big birch tree near a stone wall is flowering before all the others.