I never watch the calendar to find out when spring is coming. I watch the plants. :) To me, spring has been sending messages that it was on its way ever since the daffodils began their long stretch and the camellia sent out its buds. Granted, they always come to visit in the winter, but it's like a daring and defying cry against the coldness of winter that spring is coming.
But when the bradford pear bursts forth in bloom, I know that winter's days are almost over. Flowers of all sort will begin to wake-up, pollen will erupt like a volcano and time for planting the garden is upon is.
And that is amazing and wonderful. :)
But when the bradford pear bursts forth in bloom, I know that winter's days are almost over. Flowers of all sort will begin to wake-up, pollen will erupt like a volcano and time for planting the garden is upon is.
And that is amazing and wonderful. :)
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