The landscape around home right now couldn’t be further from the desert, where I spent the last few days visiting my friend. Everything here in Michigan is ridiculously (and unseasonably) green, and where it isn’t green, it’s pink with blossoms. I cannot recall a time in my life when spring has arrived so early and seems to have settled in to stay.
There are never any guarantees where the weather is concerned, but nature seems to have thrown caution to the wind, heedless of the possibilities for disaster should the temperatures return to the chilly 40’s and 50’s that are normal for this time of year.
It seems even Mother Nature can be fooled on occasion.
I feel compelled to take precautions against what I feel surely will be a false spring. I wish I could get a security system for my plants – the kind you provide for your home like an adt Maine system, that would alert you if the temperatures were getting dangerously cold so you could prevent permanent damage.
The weather in Scottsdale was quite perfect, and we were able to sit outdoors and enjoy the dry desert sunshine. During my trip I finished two books, and started on another. My favorite was The Orchid House by Lucinda Riley. This novel tells the tale of Julia Forrester, a concert pianist, and the aristocratic Crawford family, whose shocking secrets are revealed leading to devastating consequences. Spanning from the 1930s to the present day, from the Wharton Park estate in England to Thailand, it’s a great story of family intrigue and legacy – just my cup of tea for reading anywhere, whether that’s in the desert or Michigan.