Dig It Up

I am trying to keep from planting anything. I always jump the gun, and frost comes and kills all my efforts. A greenhouse would help. I haven’t raked or set up outdoor spaces yet. I am officially out of hibernation. So far I have ignored my call to the soil. I have been to the garden center twice, but just for planning. Actually I did get flower bulbs and some garden gloves. I will be a month of Sundays before planting season, so that will help me stay out of the dirt. Doesn’t stop me from scrutinizing my growing spaces!

Spring always starts a sniffle season, allergies, asthma, arthritis. Melting snow and tons of rain, it is always wet and damp. It’s like all the germs are locked under the snow frozen and once everything melts, everyone gets one last gut punch of illness before summer gets here. Spring equals mud, especially with pets. I am lucky, mine is a princess. She doesn’t typically romp and roll in the mud. She goes out and rain has her doing her business and charging back to the house for shelter. I like spring only because it means summer is next.

I enjoyed it as a kid, it meant fishing and getting outside. We would usually go to Niagara Falls or the Metro Zoo before all the tourists arrived. Right now it means sore joints and mosquitoes. It does smell fresh, had the windows all open to bring that smell in. The cat likes it, she bolts from window to window. I hope she doesn’t start trying to get out! She laps the house inside in four seconds, she talks to the birds outside, with noises, we have not heard before. She represents me in the spring as a child, and the dog is me now!