The saying is true. Time flies. When you stop to think about how many things have changed in the past year, it’s easy to realize how a person can lose track of it all. Take the weather for instance, but I’m not complaining. Are you? So far, no ice or snow.
While changing the calender from February to March… the unpredictable of March, I’m thinking about raising the windows to sniff the moist air drifting from whatever might be in bloom.
I am not a gardener, but common sense tells me…planning before planting is important. Don’t be gardener who sews seeds too soon. Consider the size of your garden plot while keeping in mind the hot summer sun later on, when the garden tiller won’t start. Are you an early-bird planter…determined to be the first in your neighborhood of other gardeners to enjoy a “mess” of leaf lettuce, and tender green onions mature enough to pull? Can you not wait to grapple a basket of new potatoes to cook with those succulent green beans, or the first one to show off enough ripe, homegrown tomatoes to serve for dinner, days before the 4th of July? These could be reasons enough for making another trip to the Co-op to purchase more seeds and plants for replanting, due to the unseen weather conditions.
My daddy didn’t plant a garden. He left that up to Mama. That’s the way she wanted it. The garden was her domain, but I do remember when we were growing up. Daddy and the rest of us giving Mama a little of our time, helping her cut the seed potatoes for planting, along with Daddy’s instructions, making sure each potato be left with more than one eye, assuring the production of more potatoes to each vine, and I think I’m right in thinking…”Plant potatoes in March.”
When taking a break from GARDENING, ONE MIGHT THINK OF March as a clean-out month. A time of year for fixing and patching, or maybe just puttering, but every day might not be suitable for the job you’re planning on doing. On those days I might check out the few things I have planted the year before, like the mint to see if it’s popping up out of the ground.
March can be the month of the brilliant color of yellow and the fresh color of green of the first daffodils popping out of the ground, that’s still damp and cold. Blooming a bit early. I’ve noticed them blooming around the old old home places, where once coal miner’s families lived now scattered to the winds, while remembering the families lived who once lived there long ago.
Yes, the saying is true. Time flies. It’s going to be April before we know it.
Guess I’ll just sit back, relax and accept whatever brings while looking froward to the April showers that bring May flowers.