I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze
-
Wordsworth
The first bloom of
February Gold did not show until the middle of March this year, the
latest ever I recall. Winter went down fighting, with a series of
snowstorms through February – the groundhog was right this year.
This is causing all manner of embarrassment for the global warming
theorists and the United Nations has ordered an investigation of the
methodology of their scientists. Once more Mother Nature asserts her
dominance over us.
Daffodils – Bill Puryear, Artist
Now, at last, in
mid March, the soil is friable and just right for my
granddaughter to put in her radishes, onions, and early peas.
The very thought of fresh green peas and little new potatoes
swimming in butter seasons our appetite for spring.
We should enjoy
these brief weeks of spring when the weather is warm, the creeks
still flow freely and we can float stick boats just as we did as
a boy and try to sink them with a fusillade of rocks before they
cruise away downstream.
Floating Sticks – Bill Puryear, Artist
In March we break
out the kites.
Summer Breeze – Bill Puryear, Artist
Come with us this
month as we take you on a walk down the Old Holston Trace by
watching the following video.
