I am becoming increasingly aware that this year my spirits are tied closely to the weather more so than I ever have experienced before. Why? Is it because I’m getting older and thinking more about life after gardening? Is this stage of my gardening life more precious? Is it the unusually cold and freezing weather we have experienced in this area? I know in my heart that it’s not nearly so bad for me as it is for folks in other areas, but I still am rising and falling with our weather.
Even with freezing temperatures overnight, we’ve had mild afternoons this weekend. I even got in a bit of time in the garden to tidy a few of the beds. So, is spring in the air? I do have hellebores that are in bloom, and there are a few blossoms on the candytuft and creeping phlox. But nothing yet from the ipheion and muscari despite their greenery having been up and plentiful for almost two months, and the white camellia just won’t open.
However, no sooner do I get excited but I look at the weather forecast for the coming week: a predicted high of 39 and a single digit low…plus a “chance” of light snow and freezing rain. Can you just feel the gloom?
My Arranger is trying to help; she’s making one of my favorite dishes for dinner tonight and is planning a time for wine and goodies in front of the fire. That and the few early blooms in my garden should lift my spirits. And look what I saw on Chestnut Street just outside our neighborhood:
I’ve been waiting since the first of the year to see these daffodils blooming, when they have normally bloomed in the past. Can you just feel the cheerfulness?
Sometimes I feel like I’m on some kind of garden centered roller coaster. I know. I really do. You keep telling me that spring will surely come. Is it all the groundhog’s fault?