The snow is gone, temperatures are rising, shrubs and trees are showing tiny buds and folks seem very happy.

As I wrote on Tuesday, I received a phone call from Eversource reminding me that a big wind storm is threatening.

I confess, I hope it’s untrue as I’m too worn out to batten down the hatches in the yard.

I have a large patch of blooming snowdrops. I probably mentioned a few weeks back that a rogue hen escapes every day and lays her egg who knows where. When I do find it, I’m hesitant to use it since it may have been out for some time.

On Monday morning I found the egg in the middle of the snowdrops. It was nature providing an early Easter basket.

Speaking of Easter, I imagine the local nurseries are gearing up to provide us with little pots of spring flowers. It’s not too soon since the Christmas-no-longer greens are sad and brown.

When God passed out patience, I couldn’t wait. Several of my seeded flats failed to germinate so I reordered several packages.

You must see where this is going. The day the new seeds arrived, the baby plants broke ground.

Honestly, live and rarely learn.

I’ve been wielding my Felcos on the job sites for some long hours. Now my hand hardly works. This is a problem as I handwrite this column. My kind editor picks it up at my house on Wednesday mornings. Hope she can read it this week.

All the hellebores are blooming at ground level, surrounded by brown leaves just begging to be cleaned up.

Recently I came through North Tisbury in the afternoon. The setting sun was shining on the exfoliating bark of the large crape myrtle in front of the bank next to Vineyard Gardens.

It was beautiful and a little otherworldly. That plant really has year-round interest. Sometimes mistaken for lilacs because of its large blooms, it flowers mid-summer when many trees already have lost their spring blooms.

I, for one, am sick of hearing about Joe Biden’s open border. The right wing media has this obsession with spreading fear of the “other.” In this case the migrants are constantly on the chopping block.

As a person working in the commercial garden world on the Vineyard, I see countless fellow workers from other countries. They are respectful, helpful and incredibly hardworking. Plus, I wonder how many lawns would go unmowed, houses uncleaned and interesting stores untended.

Many of the dying American rural towns could be revitalized by a healthy input of migrant families. Walmart killed my hometown and its small grocery store and other family businesses. The local school moved to a regional one because families with children were no longer able to thrive there.

Indulge me in a wee bit of schadenfreude. Perhaps when the New York state courts take one of Trump’s assets to pay his legal obligation, they could turn Trump Tower or 40 Wall street into a homeless and/or migrant shelter.