Stupid March
This was yesterday.
The sun was shining on my hard-working husband as he measured out the twine. It’s all going according to plan…that is, our grand plan for square foot gardening in our brand new sun drenched garden plot.
Isn’t that a sight for hyper-organize, Type-A eyes? All orderly and grid-like and ready for methodical planting that will result in plentiful vegetables for our happy homestead.
Here, in our new southern backyard locale, the sun warms the soil for long stretches of time; this is where the magic will occur. Here, tomatoes will swell to globes of obscene size and cucumbers will twirl up a hand-wrought trellis and squash will at last feel free to fornicate do what it takes to make little squashies.
I sat in the dirt and let the sun drip its Vitamin D all over my pale self while overseeing the work over at Fairy Village. They were receiving a much anticipated upgrade over by the dwindling snow bank–
All was good.
The birds were singing.
Even the garlic poked up a tentative scape to greet the Spring.
The children were frolicking and the garden was brimming with promise.
I was warm.
I was happy.
Today, it is snowing.
Stupid March.