weather changes in April

Daffodils, unless protected by shade and micro-climate, have wilted. I am waiting for the morrow, i have had snow cover up daffodils before, and they have sprung back after the melt. I do not remember snow on spent daffodils.

I type this Monday evening, A couple hours before, there was snow pellets/graupel. The five previous days, the temperature was kissing 80°F. There often is funny weather around here. click

(Sunday) Our little Principessa does not take sun and heat well.  Wearing a white shirt is much cooler than exposing black fur to the sun. Every once in a while, she flops down. Here it was in magnolia petals.

(Monday) Karma leading through the Latvian portal.

Birch catkins in the Latvian Cultural Garden.

Birches on the traffic island by the Shakespeare Garden.

Well, as a Slav, i think i am almost required to enjoy birches. Robert Frost loved birches too, 

"When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,"

Monday, midday, and these tulips were in color, but closed tight at Rockefeller Greenhouse. Many tulips were still green, and many had been eaten before they budded by deer. The grotesques are from the Pennsylvania train station. Workers were there, and almost no visitors. It began to rain.

Inside the greenhouse, jasmine was in bloom. The scent was light.