Spring arrived sometime this morning — 7:04 a.m. eastern time if I read my facts correctly. That means I rose from bed to greet it with roughly four minutes to spare.
Don’t get me wrong. I love spring. Winter’s my least favorite of the four seasons. I’m way too southern for comfort when it comes to temperatures that dip below 50. This year, though, it seems that the idea of spring is so … a week or two ago. The mildest winter I can recall in a long time ushered in a “yeah so” greeting for spring. My hunch is, we’ll pay for this warm weather somewhere down the line — a story subject for this week I hope.
Still, the best sign of spring is in the pre-bloom stage so far. Dogwoods are beginning to bud and should explode soon. We published an editorial today about the dogwood, North Carolina’s state flower. It seems a variety of blights, diseases and other things are eliminating them. That’s just about the saddest news I can imagine.
I decided to post a few photos I took last year from my mom’s house in Stokes County — where every single one is wild. No trees were transplanted here from a nursery at this version of Dogwood Heaven. Mostt started right where they are or were moved from the woods.