Spring is four days old, but winter weather would not relent. Not even the sun’s warmth could melt it. Soon, the skies darken a good heavy
gray. Before anyone could protect young
plants anxious to bloom and stretch, snow, for the seventh time, falls and covers
them up. I wonder if the already budding
and sprouting daffodils would survive. I
have little hope that tree buds will hold on.
It is always a wait and see with
creation! Thursday, March 27, 2014
SpringFling
Blog 28 …
Spring is four days old, but winter weather would not relent. Not even the sun’s warmth could melt it. Soon, the skies darken a good heavy
gray. Before anyone could protect young
plants anxious to bloom and stretch, snow, for the seventh time, falls and covers
them up. I wonder if the already budding
and sprouting daffodils would survive. I
have little hope that tree buds will hold on.
It is always a wait and see with
creation!
Spring is four days old, but winter weather would not relent. Not even the sun’s warmth could melt it. Soon, the skies darken a good heavy
gray. Before anyone could protect young
plants anxious to bloom and stretch, snow, for the seventh time, falls and covers
them up. I wonder if the already budding
and sprouting daffodils would survive. I
have little hope that tree buds will hold on.
It is always a wait and see with
creation! 
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