“It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want – oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!” ~ Mark Twain
It’s nearly March and I’m dreaming of Spring! The actual season is a long ways off, mind you. Sure, I might be counting the days until the Vernal Equinox (25!) but the number of weeks until I can begin gardening is 12, not 3 and a bit. Yup, twelve whole weeks to go!
Although many gardening enthusiasts (myself included) start working in the garden on the third weekend in May, it’s recommended to wait until the first of June because where I live in Zone 3b we can easily have frost any day in May. But for me, if the weather seems fine I’ll risk up to half of my seedlings and bedding plants by ‘jumping the gun’ and planting out around the 20th of May.
However here we are entering the last week of February, and hardening off and planting out my gardens is far away. So I’ve been busy with a fruitful winter activity: organizing. As I recently posted about, my home office area has been completed. So I’m onto other areas, specifically the kitchen cupboards and pantry, as well as my hall closet. In a small house things can get cluttered quickly so diligence is key.
As with many things in life regarding growth and improvements, it often gets worse before it gets better. I remind myself this as I clean out under the sink, empty a closet, or sort through a junk drawer. Everything must come out, and what a mess it makes! Remembering ‘everything gets worse before it gets better’ helps me remain undaunted as I keep my eye on the organized prize and plow through the sorting and purging process.
I’ll post about my organizing process soon and share how I get through the clutter to the sweet prize of enjoying organized systems, but for now I will share lovely thoughts of spring. Even as the temperature drops again to -25C and my recently thawed windows have frozen shut once again, I am dreaming of daffodils.
Daffodils! Those stalwart stewards of Spring, hardy bulbs of beauty bursting up through half-frozen ground to herald the return of the growing season.
As I gaze out icy windows at foot high mounds of snow on my perennial gardens, I take heart that beneath that blanket of snow are tenacious tiny bulbs that will bloom before anything else.
Tall purple fireworks balls of Alliums, clusters of sky-blue Chionadoxa, spreading carpets of Muscari, and of course all kinds of cheerful Narcissus. Under that blanket of snow are waiting cheerful messengers of Spring, my heralds of hope. No one can see them, but I know they are there. Dynamic bulbs of beauty that will bravely bloom first.
Their presence gives me hope and the glow of warming sunshine in my heart. Wishing you the joy of lengthening days bringing the effervescent promise of Spring.