As the Snow Melts
-Mark Twain
Our recent, albeit short-lived, spring-like weather has set off my desire to get back in the garden. The constant influx of spring seed catalogs is only fuel to the fire, making me all the more anxious for warmer weather. I took care this past fall to plant daffodils, tulips and grape hyacinth, so this spring I’ll not be envious of my neighbors (see Bulb Envy). Though I am anxiously awaiting the colorful spring display they promise, it is with more anticipation that I await for what they represent. That is the arrival of warm weather; the commencement of the gardening season. My favorite time of year to be in the garden. It is in the spring when I look at my garden as what it has the potential to become. Later in the summer I often look at my garden as what it should be, and what I did not accomplish. Everything is hopeful in spring.
“The day the Lord created hope was probably the same day he created Spring.”
-Bern Williams
There is little else I look forward to more than those first few warm days in spring, when I can spend all day working in the garden. Cleaning up the last of the fallen leaves, completing what I failed to finish last fall before the winter weather set in, giving the yard a fresh clean look of which I have been desirous all winter long.
“In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.”
-Margaret Atwood
The weather this past weekend was so nice (at least for part of it) my urgency for the end of winter has increased. However, it is with much disgust that I know winter will remain for some very long weeks to come, occasionally teasing me with windows of spring weather. Until then, I will be making my plans for what my garden will become this year.
“Every year, back comes spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants.”
-Dorothy Parker






