I returned yesterday from six days up north: Pittsburgh, where streets narrowed by six-foot-high piles of snow made it difficult to pass and find parking spaces. Everyone up there is eager for spring, but not a hint of it is in sight.
In contrast, my Bradford Pear here in Wilmington looks ready to POP its leaves. Daffodils are six-inches tall and sporting buds. Daylily leaves are looking greener and taller. The camellias are finally blooming after our own cold winter.
We've decided to cut down and eliminate our pampas grass, which is overgrown and tearing at window screens. In their place will be a lovely flowering tree. Still undecided on the variety but it will bring color to the space visible from large kitchen windows.
I love the way Angelina sedum has turned deep red--almost burgundy--this winter. Another response to the cold.
Leaving northern temps (20s) and returning to southern temps (50s) makes me grin.
