The Last Un-Worthless Weekend

Well, folks, here we are at the end of March already.  March!  Can you believe it?  I’m sitting here at my desk this morning wondering where the heck the last three months went.  But honestly, it’s probably the worst time of the year (as far as weather goes) and I never mind wishing it away.  Now I just wish this snow would stop so I can get outside and get some sunshine. My bulbs are coming up and things are starting to bloom.  The lawn is turning green again.  The bushes in the front yard are also sprouting so I can stop holding my breath and hoping they would make it through another long winter.

Sentences and phrases like this still make me stop and shake my head and wonder.  Who would have ever thought I’d look forward to spring and summer because of flowers in the yard.  I’ve said it before on my blog, and for good measure I’ll say it again.  Growing up, I hated plants and flowers.  But my parents gardened like crazy and loved to grow things in the dirt.  It’s what Southern people do, right?  And it must be in my genes.  Spring and summer, way back when, meant I got to wear tee shirts, shorts, and flip flops.  I still do, but now it also means shopping the farmer’s markets for fresh fruits and vegetables, deciding what annual flowers to buy for the pots on the front porch, and tending to my flower beds – a long battle of weed pulling lies ahead of me.

Spring also means I can replant my banana trees.  It seems like only yesterday we were chopping them down although it was actually 5 months ago.  The plants that have been standing by in the basement can also come out and flourish in the sun.  And the elephant ear bulbs can be replanted also.

For the past three years in October, little by little, I’ve invested in bulbs for the yard.  I’ve planted them long before the frost and waited all winter long, as if they were a birthday gift surprise hidden in the back of a closet, and now it’s finally time for them to shine.  And that they are.  I’ve got bulbs coming up everywhere, and I barely remember what I planted.  So, you can expect lots of gardener posts in the near future because this year I plant to document, photograph, and journal every bloom in the yard. It just seems like the kind of thing to do at my age when its your heritage you have to hang on to.

The picture today of the lemons was taken March 17th, 2010.  It really has nothing to do with this post except for a bit of sunshine and a hint of green.  The only other pics I had from this time last year were taken April 30th when the irises were in bloom.  So, instead of posting those, we’ll just wait and look forward to the new blooms.  So, it’s the last weekend in March and there’s definitely work to be done.

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