To me, gray days mean no sun, an expectation of fog, or drizzle, or pouring rain. Staying inside for a day or eight days and quite possibly, going crazy. I like to stitch needlepoint, embroidery, and read, but that has limitations, too.
Our weather is transitioning. The temp could be in the seventies one day and, like predicted for next week, in the teens. Better have a coat or a light sweater handy. And the poor plants… *shakes head*
I have a flowering quince which had been planted in my front garden long before we moved here and likes to bloom in the first part of February. Every year, it produces the most amazing salmon-colored blossoms. If the temp is around 65, tiny bees pop by. That signals the end of winter doldrums and creeping into warmer spring.
Occasionally, Mother Nature doesn’t want to cooperate. I’ve seen the same flowering…
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