A friend called just as we walked through the entrance to the Flower Show. Could we come with her to the Cape? I begged for one hour to enjoy the audacious colors and over-the-top arrangements (after all, it was still a cool gray March morning). When we left, the sun came out.
On the Cape, the crocuses were up and the camellias nearly ready to pop. A small group of us spent the rest of the day and part of the next indulging all our senses and celebrating spring. Today, the sun is still shining and this week the temperatures are expected to climb into the 80s. If the Flower Show is a harbinger of heat and gluttony, I promise to go every year.