Peevish Pen

Ruminations on reading, writing, rural living, retirement, aging—and sometimes cats. And maybe a border collie or other critters.

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Location: Rural Virginia, United States

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.

Sunday, March 13, 2016

Hints of Spring

It won't be officially spring for another week, but I've found some hints of spring already. The crocuses have mostly come and gone, but a solitary one remained this morning.

The daffodils and muscari are out in force. 

 The lilac that I transplanted as  slip a few years ago from Smith Farm is showing it's green leaves. The original lilac grew beside the door of an old kitchen house that was long gone before I was born.

Forsythia is just starting to bloom. In 2009, right after the gazebo was delivered, I transplanted these from slips I took from Polecat Creek Farm down the road.  

The little peach tree at the end of the driveway is loaded with buds and even has a few blooms. Last year it was loaded, too, but a frost and high wind destroyed most of the blooms. Only four peaches grew, and three of those were bloom off. The remaining peach was delicious, though.

The redbud trees have buds, but they're pink. 

The bridal wreath has tiny white blooms and green leaves.

My kale patch made it through the winter.

And so did the mustard greens beside it.

A few windflowers made it though the winter, too.

In a few weeks, everything will be in bloom. And spring will officially be here in a week.

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