If you live somewhere that is finally enjoying the warmth of spring, I envy you! Winter doesn't seem to want to release its grasp on Upstate NY. We've had a few warm days but they're quickly replaced with bitter winds and returning snow. Today started out in the 40s but dropped 15 degrees by the afternoon thanks to gale force northerly winds. The weather has changed from sun, to snow, to sun and back again more times than I can count and with the wind chill, the temperature is barely in the 20s.
I am extremely frustrated that I can't plant anything outdoors yet or even spend much time outside without freezing even in a winter coat and gloves. I'm going to attempt flower gardens in containers this year despite last year's rather unique garden failure. Last year I thought I planted tons of daisies but what grew was everything but! This year I'm buying already started plants and keeping the garden more manageable. I also hope to have a water feature of some sort and of course my rock garden. My lilac bushes will be overflowing with blossoms if the weather ever warms up and my irises are hesitantly starting to grow. The birds have all returned, even the blue herons, and every day I hear them chirping in the trees probably wondering why they came back at all. They might want to reconsider their choices of scout birds for next year because the ones this year were optimistic with their warmth reporting. I've decided to battle the lingering winter drearies the best way I can think of, by painting spring! Spring flowers, blue skies, bright flowing water and warm sunshine! I still remember what it looks like though I haven't felt it in forever and I know what I'm looking forward to. So while it continues to snow and blow and be nasty cold outside, I stay warm inside and paint pretty scenes in spring colors. I'm hopeful that eventually it will warm up outside and life will finally renew itself but in the interim I'm filling my portfolio to overflowing with new creations!
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