Susan Spess Shay

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I’m confused. (I know. Not a new condition.)

Here it is, the end of March. Right? There’s only one day left of this month, and it’s cold outside. C-O-L-D! I could still see my breath when I walked down the street one day this week.

It was so cold last weekend, I couldn’t make myself go outside to blow leaves out of my garden. And it drizzled on me. Who can deal with a ton of leaves in a cold drizzle???

In case you’re wondering, I don’t get rid of leaves in the fall on purpose. God sends those puppies to insulate tender plants in my garden that might freeze to death. I know it works because every weed that was there last summer is alive and healthy today. LOL.

Yes, I’ve lived in Oklahoma all my life. I should be use to weird weather. I am use to it, and I’m use to whining about it. 😉

I’m so ready to get out and work in my garden. Ready to put baby plants in the groud and watch the grow. Dig up old plants that have done their due.

Ready to eat fresh tomatoes out of somebody’s garden.  Anybody’s garden. Mine, yours, that other guys. Whoever can grow them earliest outside a greenhouse. (Greenhouses just take the flavor out of tomatoes, don’t they?)  

I’m ready for the sun to warm up and shine on me. And on blossoms.

Ever notice how much better lilac blooms smell when they’re warmed by the sun rather than shivering in the chilled air? It’s true! I sniffed one on my walk yesterday afternoon and I could barely smell it. (Couldn’t have been my allergies blocking the scent. Right?)

What plans for around your house do you have for springtime? How about dreams? Want to share?