I will not plant Marigold seeds in February

This time of year is the time my patience is tried.

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. So I am going to go out there, with my coat on, and take a look around. I promise not to wish for more...I will not plant marigold seeds in February...I will not dig down in the soil to see the little green tops of the tuplips...I will not dig around the daylillies....