I take back what I said about spring in Tennessee in March. The weather teased us with sunshine and early blooms a few weeks back, and today, a mid-April day, it blasted us with snow flurries. Here on the hilly eastside of town, one can't help but admire the wisteria and dogwood blooms flouncing themselves in the pearly grey light. They look cold, though. Have the blooms stopped pushing themselves out, awaiting a warmer day to reach fullness? The streets fill with after-work dog-walkers, pulling their jacket collars up against the wind. Everyone and everything hunches into the sudden, deep chill, a bit appalled at the season's backsliding.
mid-spring snow surprise
how could you? even dogwoods
look disappointed
