I look forward to things each year. Clouds of steam from the sugaring, the disappearance of the ice, the first tiny wildflowers. And then – the glory of the orchards. But not now . . . oh no! It’s too soon . . .
Babs Young writes: What a difference another week makes. There are cherry blossoms around. They usually don’t appear until early May and we have a freeze warning for tonight. I hope these beauties make it.
From Robert Frost’s poem Good-by and Keep Cold, 1920
No orchard’s the worse for the wintriest storm;
But one thing about it, it mustn’t get warm.
“How often already you’ve had to be told,
Keep cold, young orchard. Good-by and keep cold.
Dread fifty above more than fifty below.”
Once tender beauty emerges into the great world, it cannot be wrapped up in its snug bud and tucked away again. Ready or not, it must deal with whatever Mama Nature decides to throw at it. Hold a good thought for the orchards tonight. So far as I know, there’s nothing else to be done.