I doubt that I have enough fingers to count the times
over the past two months that I have proclaimed the arrival of Spring.
Each time, as I hit the "publish" button,
flighty Spring left the vicinity leaving Ole Man Winter with his heels dug in.
|(That's Ollie peaking through the fence to let me know he wants to come home to the barn.)|
Judging from the many comments you have left me in this time,
I believe many of you have had the same experience.
It's funny to have such an unusual spring in such an unusual time.
If you feel like I do, Spring cannot arrive too early this year...
especially this year.
And yet, she waited until the last possible moment.
I am going to go out on a limb here and say
[with fingers crossed tightly]
this time its for real... Spring has finally arrived.
And it may be the shortest Spring ever, with Summer just
a month away.
Typically by this time I have my garden planted,
and my flowers planted around the farm.
As of now... none of this is accomplished.
Today is the start!
I will be diligently working on finishing up the planting
over the next few days.
Yesterday was mowing day.
With that finished for the week, I can concentrate
on the garden.
When yesterday's work was...