My Plants Seem to Think It Is Spring
The calendar says February and Punxsutawney Phil says 6 more weeks of winter but the bulbs are preparing to bloom and the potted plants on the deck are putting out new, tender growth.
I try to gently remind the bulbs that they were blooming the last time we had a March snow. They don’t care, they just point their buds to the sun and ignore me. The hummingbirds are already starting to fight over territory even with much bigger and louder birds.
I’ve started to remove the ugly, badly put up cross-fencing on the sections behind the house. What a huge improvement. I’ve been working long hours at the day job so my time this weekend (4 days off) has been principally spent cleaning up house and plants. Still, not enough has gotten done and have one more day to resolve what I can.
I’m glad to see that Zorica is back and writing. After working with a ballet company for only one show (Giselle — years and years ago), I came to admire and respect ballet dancers for the superior athletes and driven artists that they are. Reading about the ongoing struggle of one such athlete-artist from such an intimate perspective is so compelling as to be an addiction.
