Spring Babies

I just happen to be one. If you’re one too then I’m sure you’ll agree that spring is our favorite season. Especially if you’re a gardener, and more especially (“more especially?”) if you’re pushing 70 and winter’s cold seeps ever so deeply into your bones with each passing year.

If I could grow feathers perhaps the cold would find it more difficult to get in. Even when I’m bundled up like Randy in A Christmas Story cold will eventually find a way to get through and I’ll be looking for the quickest way back to the living room heater within minutes.

I’m no ornothologist but from what I can tell, birds seem to be pretty well adapted to cold and snow. I mean just look at that plump mourning dove above and tell me if you think it looks like it’s cold.

Mr. and Mrs. Cardinal in the above image look perfectly warm to me. If I had downy feathers I could probably brave the cold much like them. But, alas, us humans don’t have feathers. Sure, you can purchase coats and jackets filled with down that might keep you warm, but as I mentioned earlier, cold will always find its way to my skin no matter what I’m wearing to protect it.

I wish roses bloomed in May instead of June. It does happen on occasion but not as often as I’d like. The above image of a lovely June blooming rose warms my skin as if I had the downy feathers of a bird.

As I write this the temperature outside is 36° and snow is in the forecast.