Spring Fever
Tomorrow is the first day of Spring, while today is cold, wet and dreary.Why dreary, when we have had such a dearth of moisture for our landscape? It is because I do not feel like being outside in such weather. We always want the weather we don't have. . . warm when it is cold, moist when it is dry, Spring when it is Winter.
The women in my family of origin are gardeners, seed savers, spade diggers, transplanters, growers, canners, planters, and pickers. They are tough acts to follow. I do not have the comparable green thumbs, but I have the Spring fever. Unlike the gardener-women in my family, I also do not have the seed catalogues to look through until the pages fray. I must not leave out my brother, a green thumb guy, as susceptible to Spring fever as any of us.
There are several remedies for our affliction: a warm day, flowers in bloom, Easter Sunday, the smell of a freshly cut lawn, home grown asparagus, and tiny violets. Until then I stand at the window and watch the rain drops cascade down the pane, thankful for the rain.
Tags: Spring gardening rain reflections
My "topical post" today at South by Southwest is about antiwar protests.
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