Texans like to talk about how much their weather changes, but in some times of the year, I think Virginia can be even worse. Last weekend was warm and sunny. I spent most of the weekend working in the yard, trying to dig up some weeds that produce barbed seeds before they can sprout the branches that produce these seeds. I walked to church, and I spent time sitting out on my deck. Even so, there were still piles of ice/snow left from the late January storm. I had to step around these on street corners as I walked downtown.

Monday, I spent the day snuggled on the sofa with the electric blanket, watching it snow. It was above freezing most of the day, so the snow didn’t really stick, but the evergreen trees in my yard looked like flocked Christmas trees.

We had a couple of cool, rainy days, then it got warm again. I spent most of yesterday sitting on the deck, brainstorming a book. It’s supposed to stay warm for most of the next week. Maybe the last of that ice will finally melt. I’m hoping to get more work done in the yard. It looks like I’m going to have a lot of bulbs flowering soon, so I want to get the bad plants out of the way.

I’m having to take down one of my trees, the biggest one. It’s blighted, so it’s dying/dead and will become a hazard soon. The tree guy estimates it’s about 100 years old, so it pre-dates my house. It’s actually closer to my neighbor’s house and part of it hangs over their roof, so I want to get it taken care of before it starts dropping branches. My house is probably safe from it, unless it topples over entirely heading downhill. The tree guy has suggested other trees I could plant and where I should plant them. That may have to wait because having a 100+ foot tall tree taken down from a spot where they can’t reach it with heavy machinery is rather expensive (though less expensive than replacing my neighbor’s metal roof and solar panels). They’re coming next week to do the work, and they do it by climbing the tree and cutting it down from the top. I may spend those days on the deck, watching the progress.

I’m hoping we’re done with snow and ice, but they tell me it can come as late as April. At least we should be done with single-digit temperatures for the season. Everyone tells me this was an unusually brutal winter. In Texas, I usually dreaded spring because it meant summer was coming, and that was miserable, but now I’m enjoying spring weather and watching things come back to life. Except for the weeds.