March is always the worst month. We're so close to spring and yet not out of winter. This morning it was 13 degrees F. when I got up around 7 a.m. with a predicted high of 26. It's sunny with none of the wild whipping winds we experienced earlier this week. But I'm a basket case as there is not a drop of snow cover anywhere in the garden.
One Hellebore is blooming, along with three different varieties of Snowdrops. My Rhodie is covered with fat buds and more than a half dozen woodland Peonies have sent their ruby snouts upwards.
I can't bear to look out the window or even think about the damage such temperatures might cause after our warm spell. I should have been paying more attention to the coming cold temps so I could have piled some leaves over the plants whose flowers I've been dreaming of seeing all this past winter. It's March and I'm mad!