Spring is here!
Snowflakes float
gently down.
When I stood at the back window this morning, I saw a snowflake drift in a slow zig-zag, down to the ground. A flurry more followed.
Tomorrow is the first day of spring.
I usually take a gardening vacation when the equinox arrives. I take the week that contains the first day of spring to make seed bread, cut back all the dry, brown perennial stems, prune roses and forsythia, rejuvenate the flower baskets with new coconut liners and fresh pansies, and spread about four tons of mulch.
Back in January, I put time off for March 20-24 in my work calendar. As the dates approached, and as I watched the forecast, I wasn’t feeling it. I didn’t prep. I didn’t order mulch. It was going to be too wintry for me to feel excited about gardening.
Last Monday, I decided that despite this being the week of the equinox, it was not the week I was to garden. Even though one of the tulips I planted last October is blooming — my first bulbs! — I pushed my vacation until March 27. Instead of going out in the garden tomorrow on the first day of spring, I will sign on to work. It’ll be warm on Thursday and Friday. Maybe I can get some stuff done in the evenings now that the time has changed.
Next week, though. Next week I’m off. I’ll cut back grasses, trim branches, rake debris, and spread a dozen cubic yards of mulch. I hope it will be warm enough to sit in the sun and admire my work.
Butterfly Mind 