Peevish Pen

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I'm an elderly retired teacher who writes. Among my books are Ferradiddledumday (Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story), Stuck (middle grade paranormal novel), Patches on the Same Quilt (novel set in Franklin County, VA), Them That Go (an Appalachian novel), Miracle of the Concrete Jesus & Other Stories, and several Kindle ebooks.

Wednesday, April 01, 2009

Is It Spring Yet?

Yep. Spring "officially" started today. How do I know?

Is it when the bridal wreath bush and the daffodils bloom?


Nope. Is it when the muscari blooms?


Nada. Is it when tulips pierce through the dead leaves that I never raked out of the flowerbed?


Negatory. But you've got to admit those are durned determined tulips. Take another look:


Is that cool, or what? Cool, yes. But the herald of spring? No. Does spring begin when the tulips bloom?


That's not it either. Maybe when the first blooms appear on the lunaria?


Wrong! Spring officially begins around here when Emma goes from a shaggy, debris-laden, multi-matted pooch . . .

. . . to this:


Now it's spring!
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5 Comments:

Blogger Clementine said...

Those flowers are beautiful! We've had so much rain, I'm surprised we're not cultivating a tropical forest.

9:27 AM  
Blogger Leslie Shelor said...

Love your sign of spring! Mine is when the red-winged blackbirds come out, and when I see the first groundhogs!

5:13 PM  
Blogger Sweet Virginia Breeze said...

Emma does look like she is ready for warmer weather - and she looks quite happy with her new look.

The flowers are lovely. Such a welcome sight after the cold winter.

6:27 PM  
Blogger Greener Pastures--A City Girl Goes Country said...

That's the same dog?

www.GreenerPastures--ACityGirlGoesCountry.blogspot.com

10:44 PM  
Blogger Becky Mushko said...

Hard to believe it's the same dog, isn't it? The first time I picked Emma up after she was sheared, I didn't recognize her.

She's the only dog I know who has no waistline whatsoever.

11:15 PM  

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