Saturday, March 20, 2010
I fear two possible evils.
Maybe the usual March weather will resume in a few days, or a week, and all the swelling buds will be frozen, the tender new roots heaved up by icy soil, and our real spring blighted by this too-early blossoming.
Or maybe the thaw is in earnest. Spring has really set in, and all the creatures, both wildlife and pests, will wake early, too. What will the repercussions be? New growth less able to resist old pests? New pests moving up from warmer climates? Animals thrown out of their annual cycles?
Maybe I have grown old enough to dislike change. Maybe I have become a pessimist. Maybe I have learned to distrust the weather.