Blossoms and Blue Skies
Friday the 13th of April is not an unlucky day this year. It’s the day when spring has finally arrived. Blue skies, coat-free weather, and the blooming magnolia near our front door. So I’m not looking for an ill wind, definitely!
I use that magnolia tree rather like a calendar. What date did the first buds pop? When did they drop? (Notoriously, they don’t last long.) Even, in the winter, when did snow fall and settle in clumps on the branches? In fact, before I knew it was a magnolia (umm, I’m not even sure of that), one winter I began calling it our Popcorn Tree after those clumps formed. My imagination turned them into popcorn balls decorating a Christmas tree. This year my popcorn tree calendar tells me we have a very late spring. One year, at this time, not only had the buds dropped and scattered, but full-sized leaves covered the tree.
To put a bit of writer/reader content in this blog, let me point out that I’ve filled two paragraphs with spring blather. And, this morning I filled even more paragraphs with the next scene of my sometime-in-the-future mystery, plus deleted two paragraphs I wrote yesterday. So, that’s progress. Right?
Now for a question I really want an answer or twelve to—are there any mysteries that have spring, or a change of seasons as a vital clue? Or even a passing reference? I scanned titles, but didn’t find a one. Do you have an answer?