"For one swallow does not make spring, nor yet one fine day."
Aristotle said that. He must have known that this spring was coming. We had a week of fine days last week, with highs around 70 every day. So my rhododendron decided on Sunday to start blooming. Yesterday's high was 37, and here's what the poor flowers looked like this morning, when it was 24 degrees:
(don't mind the dirt on the outside of my windows. Even if I washed them, they'd be dirty again as soon as it rained again.)
Happy cold garden Tuesday, everyone!