Oh, for Pete squeaks.
Little icy globs all over the deck, making it look more desolate and tatty than ever. An inch of snow to come tonight.
And all the early blossoms out, the "tulip trees", the early weeping cherries, the Bradford pears, the baby-soft green on my lilac bush, the fluff on the hydrangeas, the yellow tulips, the stiff little leaflets that flutter like an old movie on the crabapple.
Shall they be sacrifices to cruel, cruel Spring?
Oh, Kentucky, unfortunate state, where North and South fight their border wars.