Best i got.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cherry_blossom

The Chrysanthemums, red ones here, bloom right after the cherry blossoms fly away and die. It’s like a snowstorm, everything is covered in the pink.

As is inevitable for such beauty, however, it soon fades away. Until next year, Neo.

I’m happily married, so take me out of your list. Thank you.

By now we all know that Althouse is marrying one of her commenters at her blog.

http://bloggingheads.tv/diavlogs/18545?in=00:03&out=07:30

So the question becomes, which one of her commenters will neo decide to marry?

I’m betting it’s Artfldgr!

Other frontrunners are huxley, Fredhjr, Occam’s Beard, perfected democrat.

Come on, neo, your virtual suitors await!

We planted crocuses wherever we lived until we came here. I have decreed that we shall plant crocuses and blackberries wherever we move to next. So let it be written, so let it be done.

However, we know that right on the heels of our “short” spring we will soon be into 100 + temps.

Also at this time nature takes over and all the growth of spring wildflowers and grasses will too soon turn to brown, dried weeds which will become a major fire hazard. Spring here means reclaiming our overgrown homes from nature, which means a lot of grunt work.

Interesting how different regions relate to spring.

The crocus don’t see this as they chatter
beneath a cheerful petal of spring sky.
They ignore the air’s brisk arm
as they peer at their fresh stems, step
on the leftover fragments
of old leaves.

When the night wind twists them to pieces,
they will die like this: laughing,
tossing their brilliant heads
in the bitter air.

above was “First Crocus”
by Christine Klocek-Lim

For winter’s rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

Algernon Charles Swinburne