Even though it’s not officially here, I always think of March as the beginning of Spring. Easter flowers, lilies, and tulips begin pushing up through soil dampened by the showers that have been ever present this winter. Grass grows greener and lawn mowers get prepared for the cutting season. Short sleeves, shorts, and umbrellas are sighted, no matter what the temperature is. Sneezing, red eyes, and runny noses renew their appearance with the pollens, and vegetable seeds, hoes, and garden gloves replace snow shovels in the garden centers. It’s Spring, and she is welcomed.
This Winter has been mild, which I have loved. Many are worried that we haven’t had a long enough freeze to kill bugs and diseases. My thought is that even with long freezes, we still end up with bugs and diseases. But one thing is for certain, we cannot control the weather.
I love seeing the early blooming flowers and shrubs in yards as I drive to and from work. The first sighting of new plants outside Bob’s Market always brings a smile to my face. Memories of driving mom around to purchase her seed potatoes and vegetable plants back when she was active and able sneak through my mind. It was a serious deal for her. She couldn’t wait to start tilling the garden soil and get her hands dirty with planting.
I did not inherit the gardening gene that mom and her mother had, and probably a long line of women before them. I’ve made a few feeble attempts at pot gardening but seem to fertilize too little or too much. Same with watering. My preference these days is to enjoy the fruits of others labors later in the Summer when they harvest their crops. I guess that works out OK for everyone.
There was a meme floating around Facebook which said what was wrong with the world today is that no one snaps beans with grandma anymore. How true that is! Many of my Summer hours were spent on the front porch with grandma stringing and snapping green beans, shelling the shell beans, and listening to the stories she told of both her youth in Ohio and adult years spent in California. Sometimes it bored me and I would have rather been reading a book, but mostly I loved it because it was time spent with her. Well, except for when we were shelling Lima beans. I would have rather cleaned out a calf stall than shell those Lima beans! Oh, they surely made my thumbs sore!
I’ve been watching the extended two week forecast and it looks like days in the 50’s next couple weeks, with nights still not dipping into freezing. I’m OK with that. March can be unpredictable, though. She’s been known to dump more than a few snowfalls on us, so I will enjoy and savor the warmer days each day they come.
The arrival of Spring makes me happy. Fresh colors will soon begin appearing every day in nature’s landscape. God is an amazing artist.
What do you look forward to most about Spring?
Take care of you.