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When I saw the robins a couple of weeks ago, I was hopeful. But two days after I saw them, we had a 9 inch snowfall that turned everything around. It didn't last long, however, and by midweek it was back to spring temps and the daffodils were beginning to open. I know these hills can play tricks on us when it comes to weather. We dare not even start planting the garden until May 15th just because you can't depend upon the soil to stay warm enough for planting until then.
But the robins and red-winged blackbirds are outside my door singing, and as I came home last night, I passed the creek and heard the spring peepers. That was music to my ears and a sure sign that we are truly in springtime. I noticed yesterday that the forsythia was already starting to flower. Because we are in the mountains we actually get to enjoy a stretching of the seasons in a sense. We are at a high enough elevation to have a ten degree difference from the valleys below, which is lovely in the summertime, but a real chiller in the winter. There is even a drop in elevation between our house and the town center, 8 miles away. That means that in the spring I can drive into Christiansburg and see the trees with their white blossoms lining the main street. And a week later, the same varieties of trees and flowers start blooming in Floyd. A week after that, the same thing happens here at our place. So we get a triple treat on seasonal changes.
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