The fields are snowbound no longer;
There are little blue lakes and flags of tenderest green.
The snow has been caught up into the sky–
So many white clouds–and the blue of the sky is cold.
Now the sun walks in the forest,
He touches the bows and stems with his golden fingers;
They shiver, and wake from slumber.
Over the barren branches he shakes his yellow curls.
Yet is the forest full of the sound of tears….
A wind dances over the fields.
Shrill and clear the sound of her waking laughter,
Yet the little blue lakes tremble
And the flags of tenderest green bend and quiver.
Well, we are supposed to get a dusting of snow this evening and into tonight. What happened to the 70 degree weather of last week ? These temperature fluctuations just aren’t fair, not just to me but to the little flower buds as well. With these much cooler temps recently and into next week, I was thinking of getting violas for the 4 planters on the porch railing. I keep looking out the front windows and dreaming about flowers of all colours in those planters, and violas seem to be one of the very few flowers that can hold up well during the cold nights of early spring. So my task for next week will be to scope out violas or any cold hardy annuals to spring up the front porch.
Happy weekend !