Watching the news this sunny Sunday morning was like experiencing a total disconnect between life on the Eastern Shore of Virginia and what’s going on just to the north of us. I cannot imagine what it must be like in Boston for example, where a close friend’s sister has lived for eons– she reports that electricity is out for hundreds of thousands of folks and the temps are in the low 20’s. And then there’s that 30+ inches of chilly white stuff on the ground with 5 foot drifts piled up against her garage doors. Brrrrr ! And more Brrrr ! Meanwhile, I’m busy turning up the furnace, complaining that it’s only 38 degrees outside. But given that temps for later in the day are expected to be near 50, maybe, just possibly, I should complain a little less.
In fact, maybe I should remember to be a little more grateful for our terrific moderate climate here on the Eastern Shore of Virginia. After all, we’re not Florida– warm in winter, scorching in summer. We’re not Carolina or Georgia– warmish in winter, muggy, miserable and hot in summer. No, the Shore really has a wonderful climate, moderated by the waters of the Chesapeake Bay and Atlantic Ocean which surround our slender peninsula, keeping the Eastern Shore cooler in summer and warmer in winter. We enjoy 4 distinct seasons, especially our long, pleasant springs and falls. The cold part of our winter is blissfully short, mostly January, and compared to much of the country, very, very mild. ( Ohio, I’m thinking of you, remembering helping shovel the driveway as a teenager after many a snow ! ) Or Pennsylvania, Michigan, upstate New York, New England– I could go on and on. Summers on the Eastern Shore are, with the exception of August, delightful. Not too hot, not too cold, or as Goldilocks would describe it, just right. August is hot, but hey, isn’t that why they invented central AC ?
So, as I looked about outside this morning, I was delighted to see the first signs of Spring peeping shyly around the corner, checking to make sure it’s safe to cross the street, so to speak. The forsythia is just beginning to show its sunny face, little wrinkles of golden yellow showing through. Scattered through the trees, the daffodils are bravely pushing up, about 4 inches of bright green stems above the ground, bright yellow smiling faces to soon follow. The buds on our showy backyard triplets, 3 gorgeous Bradford pear trees overlooking the water, are fat and healthy, just about ready to unfold slowly into huge showers of amazing pink blossoms, great hiding places for the myriads of songbirds that will be flitting through our yard during Spring Migration. The winter blooming camellias that, together with a colorful line of crepe myrtles, border our long, winding driveway have just recently dropped their very last deep pink blossoms but their spring- blooming cousins nearer the house are almost ready to amaze us with huge, waxy flowers of delicate pinks, sweet as baby’s breath. In fact, that’s how I know when it’s truly time to celebrate the coming of spring here on Virginia’s Eastern Shore– in February, when the camilla’s start to flower, I know that Old Man Winter has had it. And that Spring, glorious Spring, is nearly here. So it’s almost time ! Can’t wait ! ( Posted by Marlene Cree, licensed Virginia agent with Blue Heron Realty Co., 7134 Wilsonia Neck Dr., Machipongo, VA )