Apr. 7th, 2011 09:08 am
Peeping up
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muckefuckA definite sign of the arrival of spring: Peeps™ on the "free" table at work!
More seriously, I saw my first fully-opened daffodils today. As usual, they were both in south-facing beds on Arthur just west of Sheridan. If that stretch wasn't such a student slum, I'd really wish we'd bought there instead. One daffodil does not a spring make, but they do make me realise how central they are to my idea of spring. There have been snowdrops, crocus, dwarf iris, and aconite for a couple weeks now, more recently squill and even a couple hyacinths, and though they all suggest spring, I've seen them all surprised by snow before. I've seen that with jonquils, too, but much more rarely. Of course the real show is around the corner: there's forsythia budding down the road from here.
Dad called last night and reported that around his place they've already moved on to cherries. I'm a bit bummed, to be sure, since I could just as easily have come down this weekend instead. He wanted to know how I wanted to cook our food--campfire, camp stove, or wood-burning stove in the cabin. How am I supposed to know? I can't remember the last time I cooked on anything other than a gas or electric range unless it was a grill in a Korean restaurant.
More seriously, I saw my first fully-opened daffodils today. As usual, they were both in south-facing beds on Arthur just west of Sheridan. If that stretch wasn't such a student slum, I'd really wish we'd bought there instead. One daffodil does not a spring make, but they do make me realise how central they are to my idea of spring. There have been snowdrops, crocus, dwarf iris, and aconite for a couple weeks now, more recently squill and even a couple hyacinths, and though they all suggest spring, I've seen them all surprised by snow before. I've seen that with jonquils, too, but much more rarely. Of course the real show is around the corner: there's forsythia budding down the road from here.
Dad called last night and reported that around his place they've already moved on to cherries. I'm a bit bummed, to be sure, since I could just as easily have come down this weekend instead. He wanted to know how I wanted to cook our food--campfire, camp stove, or wood-burning stove in the cabin. How am I supposed to know? I can't remember the last time I cooked on anything other than a gas or electric range unless it was a grill in a Korean restaurant.
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