It is still February in Tennessee and one of my trees is already covered with lush pink blossoms. It worries me because if we have a heavy snow or frost, they will die without the bees having the opportunity to feed on them.
That’s why I decided to do something I’ve never done in January. I took my March stroll, the walk around the yard when I look for bits of green, tiny buds, and any hints of the coming spring. As I pushed fallen oak leaves aside, I felt like a kid searching the house for hidden Christmas presents — which, Mom and Dad, I never, ever did.
I took photos earlier today of jonquils already in full bloom. Where is winter?