Weathering the Storms...
I've been watching the snow falling, the wind blowing, aware that the temperature has been falling all day, and marveling that at this time yesterday, the thermometer outside the kitchen window read almost seventy degrees. Unbelievable...yet this is the oxymoronic pattern our weather here in the Piedmont of North Carolina has been following for the past several months. And my poor daffodils which had bravely and brazenly begun to bloom are now bent in seeming abject surrender to the assault of the elements today. Just a few days ago, as I drove home from Charlotte, again on a lovely, nearly balmy day, I was noticing the delicate green which was creating a lovely aura around the previously-bare and barren-looking trees which lined the highway...found myself thinking that surely Spring was on its way, only to find myself confronted by today's return to winter, as temporary as it likely will be. All of which reminds me yet again of the strang...