Spring has also come to zone 6, two towns west of Boston. I put in a
blissful hour today pruning my rose bushes and giving them their epsom
salts. Some snow is still here, but I work around it. Tomorrow I'll go look
for my snowdrops which should be starting to show. My bulbs are popping and
the tulips are racing the crocuses. Swampy, the resident garden gargoyle,
finally emerged from his snowbank, and from his disgusted, dejected mien, he
too thinks we'll never get this mess cleaned up. Meanwhile indoors, my
seedlings are growing, but not spindly. I caught myself reciting the
Prologue from the Canterbury Tales when I saw and heard the birds chasing
each other with new zest, and I think, with joy, that I may just have
survived the winter of '03. (And, yes, I know we can still get snow because
we have had it in May in the past, but my spring has definitely begun)
Happily, Eugenia, zone 6, two towns west of Boston
"Iris Cohen" wrote in message
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I think I have a winter aconite in bloom. I almost missed the black pussy
willow.
Iris,
Central NY, Zone 5a, Sunset Zone 40
"If we see light at the end of the tunnel, It's the light of the oncoming
train."
Robert Lowell (1917-1977)