Winter is on my mind
but eternal spring is in my heart.
Victor Hugo, French poet, playwright and author (1802-1885)
The forsythia may have trumpeted Spring yesterday afternoon, but Mother Nature had the last laugh by dumping a flurry of snow upon us last night.
Snow seems to have covered the country as news reports came in from Newfoundland and Alberta of the storm's havoc. Hope, however, comes from "Newfie-land" where the snowstorm following St. Patrick's Day is known as "Sheilagh's Brush". This meteorological phenomenon is said to be the saint's wife sweeping out the last snow from heaven's corners. After Sheilagh's spring cleaning we'll see only blue skies. Laugh, Mother Nature, laugh. (Ha, ha, ha.)
I think that is a grape hyacinth, do you call them forsythia...I thought that was yellow?
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p.s. poo on you for having flowers peaking out...mine are still hidden in the dark earth.
Indeed, that is a grape hyacinth (along with a branch of a Burning Bush . . . under ice). The talk of forsythia in this post referred back to the image for the previous day. I am sure Mother Nature was laughing at me for reveling in the beauty of Spring. She has a wicked sense of humour.
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