If you look closely, you'll see a few flakes on the bloom in the photo. It's not that unusual for it to snow at this time of year around here, actually. Today - March 21 - is the same date that I buried my mother, nineteen years ago, and I remember very distinctly that it snowed on that day, too.
Spring Fever By Alison Boylston Piazza
Crocuses are blooming,
Spring is in the air,
So why am I still wearing
My winter underwear?
In mittens, scarf and jacket,
Woolen cap and socks,
What a way to celebrate
The vernal equinox!
Blessings to your mother, Sara.
ReplyDeleteSara, the biggest blizzards that I remember in my life time, came one after the other on March. 25th and March 27th.
I believe that was in 1955. We were living out on the Great Plains Farm that winter. I remember that no one could get to us, nor could we get out for a week! hmmmmmmmmm, maybe thats why I hate snow??
Allouise
It's funny how we remember exact dates of some things. The brain is a truly remarkable piece of equipment. :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks for that.
I have a newspaper clipping from the Gazette Re my Main Street house being moved from Ocean Heights - by ox cart, in a snow storm, May 27, early 1800's (including a party with food and fiddlers - love it!). There are no records of a snow storm on that date, however, so it's pretty much folk lore at this point. :-)