Last Friday I mentioned that it felt like March. What I forgot to mention was the return of the ladybugs. Anytime that therometer creeps up to 50 degrees or more, those pesky little ladies and gentlemen swarm the window frames and ceiling, especially on the north and west sides of the house. They fly through the air, liberated, it seems, from the drugged sleep of winter.
It was a brief liberation. Winter has those crawly critters back in her deathly grip. The cold returned on Sunday, the flakes are flurrying this morning. We haven't had a good snow yet. I haven't read the forecast, so who knows if this powdered sugar sprinkling will turn into a heavy duty frosting? Either way, it is nice to know that winter in SW Va is full of surpises. Enough cold to make you fully appreciate a nice spring day. Enough spring-like days to help a poor former Texas farm girl deal with the REALLY cold days.
PS Some of our regular visitors and dining guests will be happy to enjoy the much brighter light in the dining room. A light bulb went out in the dining room, forcing Philip to deal with the collection of dead ladybugs in the globe portion of the light fixture. Hundreds of ladybugs have been interred in the compost. We will not mourn them. We only hope that their brother and sister ladybugs would learn to adapt like our own native aphid eaters and make their homes in the leaves and grasses along the edge of the woods. This would greatly increase their life expectancy. Will they evolve? Alas, I doubt it, as long as those irritating insects can find a crack or a crevice into our farmhouse.
PPS Thank you, God, for snowflakes and ladybugs and the wonderfully different seasons you allow in my life. I want to embrace each one, enjoy it to the fullest, and not spend my days simply counting down til springtime.