The beautiful warm spring days are few and far between.

It is the weird time of year for clothing decisions.

It’s time to locate the sun hats. Both Violet and I had facial sun burns this past week.

Henry van Dyke penned words to Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony, Ode to Joy. The first line of verse four reads: “Mortals, join the mighty chorus which the morning stars began.”

Last week’s wonderful spring weather failed to prepare me for the rude awakening Monday morning.

It’s funny how a 40-degree day in the fall has everyone bundled up but in March it’s a veritable heat wave. I saw a man in shorts for Pete’s sake!

Tuesday’s wild, windy and freezing day cemented the “In like a lion” legacy of March.

It’s finally happened.

I feel like a broken record. For several weeks now, I have absolutely no interesting garden news to report. Bear with me as I make a feeble attempt.

Wow, that was some serious snow last Sunday afternoon.