A visitor bearing gifts and home made baked goods - my life is truly blessed at times - came to see the Bulbapaloozathon in person today. The fog has been near non stop and the visitors see a hillside of daffodils in an other worldly setting.
Cold mist enveloped Siria and me as we slowly wandered the ridge top garden looking at daffodils, minor bulbs and all the other inhabitants of a bountiful garden waking up from their winter slumber.
The fog doesn't want to leave.
Only briefly has it parted to show the blue sky above before rolling back over the mountain and hugging the garden in a cold and wet embrace. Up here in the clouds it is another world.
The last three Levolor oak blinds were hung. One more project complete.
A trucking company called very early this morning to say the loft ladder had arrived in Asheville and to ask how do I get to you? After I told him, the question was how big of a truck can I get up there.
Well just last week the DOT put up a new sign - No through trucks over 30 feet.
My trucks is 48 feet. I'll need to get it on a smaller truck and deliver it in the next day or two.
That will be fine.
A loft ladder is soon to be installed and the construction ladder parked in the cozy cabin's living room will soon be a thing of the past.
Daffodils bloom chilled in the fog.
White Muscari joins in.
Forsythia glows golden in a white and dark world.
This is how spring should be, cool to cold, moist and lingering, a time for magnolias to bloom with out getting zapped by a hard frost.
This doesn't mean it won't snow again so you must enjoy the Bulbapaloozathon while it's here.