I have asked strangers on elevators (in a town where you don't talk to strangers very often), "Why does the outside hate us?" I was on a walk in the cold with the dog two days ago and a bundled up old guy on a bike yelled as he rode past us, "Do you know when the hell it plans to warm up?"
I'm just saying, people are angry and tired and fed up.
But I think things are finally about to change and I have collected the proof from my very own yard (and the neighbor's):
The very start of lilac blooms. I love the tight concord grapeyness of their beginnings.
Asiatic lilies creeping out. Right from the start they're so themselves--pointy and brash.
Is there anything more promising up north than the first prehistoric looking unfolding of Rhubarb leaves?
A hosta spear troop.
Bird's nest on our rolled up awning. (And, um, I think we need to scrub all of that down when the birdie is done. Dirty, dirty.)
Neighbor's tree. (totally jealous.)
Spirea leaf starts.