I’m grossly tired. But then again, I’ve been cutting down saplings and pulling out green briar vines.
Daffodils are swelling and should be in bloom within the week. We have azaleas which ought to be in bloom within the month. I know the charts say it is early, but my plants and trees tell me it is time for fertilizer. Spring is here! (I know, the Blizzard of ’93 happened in March.)
The maple outside my window has swollen branches and very small leaves.
Oh! I have discovered three or four bushes which appear to be forsythia. I will know that in the next three or four weeks as well.
Summer is my favorite season; I love and need the warmth and sunshine. But spring is a close second. The renewal and coming to life of things dormant. My spirit is revived.
You and I an a couple others here share a love of playing in the dirt, weeding, planting, trimming. Good for the soul (and soil)