It’s spring! I know because I worked on the lawn yesterday. Not really the lawn, but pots around the lawn. I made my maiden voyage to the greenhouse and spent the first of many fortunes. Like everything else, the prices have gone up. I filled some empty containers and wished them well. I hope we don’t have another freeze.

            I know it is spring when I can clean off the patio, set up the patio table, and put out Toucan Harry, the ceramic bird my mother brought back from Mexico many years ago. He graces my patio with hopes of great summer nights.

            Years ago, I rescued two galvanized trash cans destined for the dump and put flowers in them. I had visions of containers overflowing with wildflowers. I bought a large packet of seeds. They came up struggling and never progressed much further. I took care of them instead of leaving them in a meadow to fend for themselves. But in the mix of seeds the next year arrived Four O’clocks. I had to take pictures and ask what they were. They smelled wonderful. But they too didn’t fill the container as I had imagined. So, this year I planted Petunias around the emerging Four O’clocks. Maybe I can yet fill the containers as I imagined.

            I’ve cleaned out the herb garden and I see sprouts of various plants. The basil always takes over and has to be pulled so it won’t overshadow everything else. I got rid of a few weeds in the front flower garden and put Geraniums in the flowerpots that grace each side of the front door. We are planning some sod to fill in some holes that have developed in the grass. My husband just endured a second rotator cuff surgery and is not happy about being helpless in the garden for the growing season, but we will persevere.

            In between bouts in the garden, I am writing as usual. There’s always a story in my head just itching to get out. Welcome spring!

            What are you reading this week?