Weather report: We missed most of the big snow storm that was supposed to come through last Saturday, only to deal with lake effect snow all day Sunday. The drifts ranged from 6 inches to 24 inches. Digging out my Mom’s driveway was a killer ’cause the snow was wet and heavy.
Throughout this week, we’ve been getting progressively warmer; we’ve moved into the dirty snow phase of winter. Yesterday, we reached a balmy 46 degrees (F) and an afternoon and evening of rain. Of course, it’s back down to the 20’s again this weekend so it isn’t over yet.
March 1st deserves a holiday: You cannot believe how excited I’ve been all week. I’ve actually been counting the days until March 1st. I keep telling everyone who’ll listen that March begins on Sunday. I know, I know, it’s not really going to make a difference; moving from one month to the next isn’t going to change anything. It’s not going to become spring overnight, but still, we’re one month closer to spring than we were last week. I am bubbling up with excitement – the kind of buzz you get when you’re over-caffeinated! the wildflower called Harbinger of Spring/what a great name for a flower
Why I’m a Rambler for this post: I’ve been feeling restless lately and am not sure why. I feel as though I should be doing something: not library work, not the dishes, the laundry or sewing. Something…just something else, but I don’t know what. I’ve got a birthday coming up at the end of March and one of my friends (who’s into astrology) says that at this time, I’m coming into my house, or moon, or something. Anyhow, during this period – for about 3 months around my birthday I’m supposed to be at my peak. Apparently this is the best time to get and pursue creative ideas, have lots of energy, just in a good positive place.
Of course, another friend says I could be menopausal. A third says cabin fever, that I’m just tired of winter. All I know is that I can’t shut off my brain, it seems to be going in ten directions at once.
Forcing Spring to arrive: I’m already done my hyacinths, is it too soon to cut forsythia branches to force? I’m ready to go out with my clippers right now, at midnight, in my jammies and get some to bring into the house. memories of last spring
The Chicago Flower show: I was so excited to be able to go to the Chicago Flower and Garden show this year. A group of master gardeners were going as a group by bus. I was all set to go. I found out that I sent in my money too late; the bus is full. Drat! I asked them to keep me on the waiting list in hopes that somebody would drop out, but I’m not sure whether I’ll make the cut.
Perhaps I should drive down and meet the group there. It’s about a 2 1/2 – 3 hour drive to the Navy Pier…I could probably do it. What I’ve got working against me is 1. my car – 10 years old and starting to feel it. I try not to do any long distance driving if I can help it. and 2. I really hate driving around Chicago. The traffic moves along very quickly and it’s easy to miss the correct exit if you don’t know your way around. I’m just a small town gal and this big city drivin’ makes me nervous.
Bat Sighting: What the…..! While wrapping this post up a bat came swooping into my bedroom. I let out a yell of surprise and he flapped on out. I cautiously searched every room but don’t know where he went to. I know I live in an old house and occasionally get a bat in the summertime but in February? The internet says it’s 23 degrees tonight. He should be tucked away somewhere hibernating. Now I’m going to sleep very badly, probably with the bedroom light and tv on wondering where he came from and where he’s hiding. I realize that I’m anxious for spring to arrive but not for this.