Hello Spring or We are planting a garden again?

Well spring has done sprung here in my little neck of the woods.  The noses are running from a major pollen outbreak and no rain to wash away the sneezes.  The cars are yellow from whatever tree decides to share it's bloom residue.  Even the pets have sneezes.

Spring, that wonderful time of the year when days can reach into the eighties, and we don't have our summer duds out yet, and the discussion is,  should we turn on the air or open the windows.  Well we open the windows, but now there is that pollen seeping in through the screens.

We rush to the garden supply store and to the farmers auction to buy flower and plants. It's warm, and look at the perennials pushing up after a particularly long cold winter.  If they survived, can summer be far behind.

We prepare the little garden, add some new soil, repair the fence, anticipate the fruits of our efforts, whether visual or by taste when it happens.  The dreaded frost warning.  Well it was brisk today.  The sky is clearing so any heat will dissipate and it could frost.  So luckily this year, so far at least, nothing was actually put into he ground yet. No tarps necessary, we can move them into the garage for the night.

I've learned living here that weather can be a fickle girl.  Mother Nature likes to toy with me, from the first fourth of July I lived here.  That fourth when we needed sweatshirts and a fire in the fireplace.  Now I always keep warm clothes close by in case they are needed.  Even in May, June or July.

So we patiently wait on the long term forecasts, as we debate the number of tomato plants to put into the ground.  We always plant too many.  The herbs are flourishing.  I know that by the end of May, I will have my plants in the ground and the flowering plants set in their pots.  Then comes the daily watering plan... not too early but never at night, supposedly that isn't good.  Because you know it never rains at night.  I guard my flowers and plants from the deer who have invited themselves as they do every year to the garden patches, a smorgasbord of goodies, deer food, don't you know.

If the garden gods look down on us.. we share our tomatoes, and our corn, and the summer is good.  The song is wrong though, the summer ain't ever easy here.