When March arrives, our green thumbs start to itch. (Okay, let’s be honest, our green thumbs start to itch in January.) But in March, we can really hear the garden calling. Partly because the days are getting longer. Partly because our satiation of homegrown tomatoes has worn off. And partly (usually) because temperatures are flirting with the 50 degree F mark on the thermometer.
Usually, the Jonquils start peeping their green sleeves above ground. The Hyacinths, too, called to by Ol’ Sol’ to come bask in his rays. The Forsythia start contemplating the idea of budding.
But this year, WHAM!
Winter came back. And not just a late-season snow which would quickly be followed by melting warmth. But real, honest-to-goodness winter, with sub-zero temperatures and freezing rain and ice and all the rest we expect in January and February. Not that we don’t enjoy that stuff…In winter (which it technically still is).
So we’ve postponed walking around the yard looking for green shoots and flower buds and other signs of life. The gardening spade is still hanging untouched while the snow shovel is going above and beyond the call of duty.
And that feels pretty good.