Our weird winter weather seemed to do a number on this spring’s tulip crop in German Village — at least, it seems like there aren’t as many around this year. I wonder whether the warmer than normal February, followed by the colder than normal March and early April, took its toll on the flower we traditionally associate with spring (and Holland).
Still, there are a few nice tulip beds to be found, like this beauty on Third Street. Thanks to whoever planted these lovely flowers — they add a dash of color and flair to my morning and always bring a smile to my face as I pass by.
This morning I took an early morning lap around Schiller Park — because I’ve been on the road, the first such lap in a while — and as I circumnavigated the park I couldn’t help but notice a distinct fragrance in the air.
You might call it that growing scent. It’s something you smell every spring — a heady mixture of mulch, fertilizer, damp soil, growing grass, buds, newly sprung leaves, and everything else that seems to be popping as the weather warms and the rain falls. It’s spicy and earthy and a bit intoxicating, and very much welcome.
We didn’t have a bad winter this winter, but it’s always glorious when you detect that growing scent and know that spring has come.
We returned from our brief trip to Austin to find our bushes blooming, bees buzzing around the plants, the smell of freshly applied mulch heavy in the air, a gentle breeze, and a warm sun to heat the backs of our necks.
It is an absolutely perfect spring day in central Ohio. Masters be damned! I’m sitting outside and reveling in the best weather we’ve had in forever.
It’s hit the mid-70s in Columbus, with some sunshine and a nice breeze. In short, it’s a gorgeous early spring day in the Midwest — perfect for a nice, warm nap on the porch rug.
This Friday night I am sitting outside, in jeans and a short sleeve shirt in 70 degree weather, drinking a cold beer and reading the Sport Illustrated baseball preview. All around me I hear neighbors talking and stirring, with music wafting over the fence from a party somebody is hosting a few houses over. I’ve crumpled our weekly newspaper and tossed it into our fire pit for the blaze I plan to light when darkness falls. Kasey is digging and dozing in the last rays of sunlight.
All in all, not a bad way to start the weekend! I’m saying spring has sprung.
Kish and I came to Belize to get away from the grayness of a Columbus, Ohio winter. We haven’t had to worry about snow this year, but we’ve had the standard dose of overcast skies that makes everything seem flat and monochromatic.
For people looking to restore a dash of color to their lives, Belize is just what the doctor ordered. The buildings at our resort are painted bright colors; in fact, rather than room numbers each cabin goes by its color. (Ours is “aqua.”). The same is true of buildings in town. The boats and floats are every color of the rainbow, the pool is a bright blue, and the radiating sunshine brings out every hue. People wear bright clothing, and even the drinks at the bar seemingly are made with a goal of giving the rods and cones in your eyeballs a good workout.
It’s really nice to see bright colors for a change.
We’ve had a run of unbelievable weather lately, and today was the crown jewel –mid-70s and sunny, in the middle of the normally gloomy Columbus winter. If you didn’t have a calendar, you’d swear it’s May. The plants on the Ohio Statehouse grounds appear to agree with that assessment.
Weather like this can’t last, so you’ve got to enjoy it while you can — which is why I decided to leave the office a bit early this afternoon.