When we left the house, it felt like a sunny and cool morning in late autumn. Fifteen minutes later, we were hit by the high winds and falling snow of winter. At the midway point of the walk, the snow turned to cold March rain. By the time we got back home, the clouds had cleared and a radiantly warm sun inspired us to unzip out coats and remove our hats.
Though my son and I enjoyed the rather jarring effects of today's schizophrenic weather, we are both eagerly awaiting the arrival of 'real' spring.
Last week I planted six new fruit trees in the garden - one sour cherry, one plum, one peach, one apple, and two pear trees. Though they are all quite small, I can hardly wait to see them blossom alongside the mature plum and pear trees I already have in the yard.