I would love nothing more right now than to wrap my arms around a big tree and hug it. As readers of my blog know, I am a shameless tree hugger; indeed I have been accused of being a tree molester, but no, my love is very respectful. But I am city bound as I sit here at work, and feeling disconcerted as I hear from friends further afield that bulbs are peeking up above the ground. It's February 7!
As Europe is gripped in an unlikely freeze, we here in central-eastern Canada are having a very mild time of it. It maybe be La Niña or global warming, or just one of those things, but it has been an amazingly mild winter, and - of late - so sunny! I'm relieved, I have to say, but greater than my relief is my fear for those shooting bulbs that are likely to be blasted by a few more deep freezes, and the earth that will likely be very dry this spring, as we've had so little precipitation. What will it mean for all our crops this year? What about the water tables? I don't know much about these sort of things, but I'm feeling a little worried for my plant friends. Trees, do you need a hug? I'm coming!