“The morning had started out cold, but grew progressively warmer. That was how spring announced itself in the mountains. Days were chilly at their beginnings, but by noon or thereabouts, everything changed, and temperatures could leap up with giddy abandon, like small children allowed to go barefoot again for the first time since last August. Cold and then hot: A spring day in the mountains was like two different days. It was as if —during this one magical season—your time on earth suddenly doubled.”
—Julia Keller – “Bitter River”
Spring days in Appalachia do often feel like two different seasons. There may be a skiff of frost on the windshields of a morning and by evening its warm enough to contemplate wading in the creek.
Wednesday our temps are forecasted to dip back into the upper twenties making me glad all my tender plants are still safe and warm in the greenhouse.