One Midwestern January day in the 60’s is an anomaly. Three days in the 60’s is downright bizarre.
After whining and shivering through my first few days back in the Midwest, a balmy breeze blew into town. On the first day, all of the snow melted. On the second day, I broke out my pruning shears and lopped down my dormant butterfly bush and a large tangle of last season’s morning glory vines. On the third day, a flurry of foolhardy gnats buzzed around our heads. What gives with this strange weather pattern? I’m not sure, but I’m glad I accomplished some cleanup in my flower garden before spring arrives.
