Every year I tell myself to slow down and enjoy the process.
Right.
As a matter of fact, one of my blog entries was about some of the early arrivals to the garden, I was trying to be patient with the process, but I want spring!
waaaah
I feel better now.
A little.
Down here in good ol' Dixie, this time of year can play with a gardener's mind. It can be 75 degrees one week and the next the high is 44. On those warm days I am out there in the garden...raking back the leaves...pruning out the dead wood...basking in the sounds, the sights, the smells...ahhhh...spring, I tell myself...has sprung. Fast forward a few days and the wool coat is on my back, gloves and I am looking out the window at the garden like a kid waiting for a summer shower to pass so I can get back to play.
There are daffies (daffodils) in bloom and the neighbor's old quince is a nice reddish pink, a few forsythia bushes are pressing their luck, and crocus dot the lawn...so it is rather nice.