Weather report: 39ºF (that's at 12:00 noon), very windy. Rain ended, changing to snow flurries this morning.
After two solid days of gentle spring-type rains, the garden is mucky ground, a quagmire to suck down the gardener's soul. On top of the rain, a cold front came through the Flint Hills this morning in front of a terribly brisk wind. The clouds are moving away finally, with brief sightings of sunshine that should slowly take better hold on Sunday. I don't know yet if it will be warm enough tomorrow to visit the garden tomorrow. Perhaps next weekend.
The bright spot in my garden today is the peak bloom of my Pink Forsythia (Abeliophyllum distichum 'Roseum'), bearing the hope of coming warmth even as it keeps its petals tightly wrapped to protect its floral genitals from the cold wind. Every year, I appreciate it more, the delicate blushed flowers and odd fragrance the harbinger of its more brash, yellow cousins. As a landscape shrub, Pink Forsythia leaves a lot to be desired, but its brief shining moment at the front of my peony bed is ample apology for its lack of beauty the rest of the year. At least it has the grace to take on its sparse dark green summer foliage and fade into the background the rest of the growing season, effortless to care for and disease-free in the bargain.
I note again, for the record, the two to three week late spring this year. Compare today's bloom, if you will, against that from my blog entry of March 6, 2016.