The twitching of green thumbs
I'm not sure about the rest of the country and world but for upstate New York, March has been the coldest, most inhospitable month I can remember for some time. Two years ago when Mom was dying, March had the good manners to be warm enough to let us open the windows and bring in some of the outside world she loved so much. It was such a fortunate thing at such a horrible time.
But March this year had snow and sleet and gray skies. The last piles of snow were actually still melting this weekend before the downpours that have flooded our valley worse then back in September from Hurricane Ivan. Our yard was positively swimming all weekend and we were housebound.
And now April is here and after a several year hiatus, my gardening ire is all raised up and needing to be scratched. I have piles of compost and topsoil coming next week while we're on vacation so when we get back, I can start building my raised beds in the new garden enclosure we had built last year. I'm making all the dirt for the garden in those raised beds, a fluffy mixture of peat, compost, top soil, sand, bone meal, vermiculite, and earthworms. I remember back when we first moved how I would toss and turn at night, thinking about getting a garden out and now I'm feeling the same kind of excitement starting to grow deep inside. April is starting off cold and wet but I know it's going to change abruptly and soon it'll be warm enough to get some seedlings out and get our flowerbeds all ready. I have big plans and dreams for roses and clematis and some pots of boldly colored annuals paired together.
It's been too long of a break but I'm ready to jump back into it again. Full force and dirty hands.
