The last day of the month; tomorrow March will roar or gentle in. Supposing it will be like today, I’m looking for lamb-like. Here in South Georgia we don’t have to wait until March 21 for spring. It’s no longer just a promise; it is pounding at my study door insisting that I step outside.
The earliest flowering tree to appear in our acre and a half is the flowering plum. The first blossom peaked out about four weeks ago only to be frightened back by our first and only hard frost of the year. Over the last week, the tree has come into her own, as the two pictures show, and she is joined around the garden by Japanese magnolia and redbud. The birds are waking earlier and singing a little more cheerily. They are as happy to see young Spring as I am.
That's our vernacular farmhouse bungalow in the background. The house started out as a four-square farmhouse in 1910. In the early thirties, the Elcan family added the porch and doubled the size of the house. In 1997, we added a masterbed. It is certainly the little house that grew.
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