A warm Saturday yesterday filled with showers and threatening winds coasted in Sunday’s 43 degree cold gusts and dazzling sunshine. The low temperatures will register in the high 20s, chilling the blooms that smile and struggle to absorb the sun’s warm guarantees.
Despite cracking bones and arthritic knees unhappy in such temperatures, I survey the garden emerging from its winter lethargy with chores to be done. And in this biting, unrelenting winter mirage of spring, a double curly daffodil whispers its greetings.
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