It's Spring now... sort of. The calendar says it is and the almanac concurs. However, when I look out the window to see snow AT THE END OF MARCH I have to disagree with both. It's cold. Really cold. We are almost a month into our track season and we've have two practices. New Jersey is usually a fairly mild place to winter, but not this year.
** Note we did get ONE warm day to run.
But as I look around I see bulbs rising and buds forming on the trees. My catalog pile is full of gardening catalogs and magazine. I have planned out my garden for the season and started creating the vision in my head. My plants and seeds are ordered and the mulch delivery is all set.
I live for this time of year. The winter makes me feel like I tree in "hybernation". I wait out the cold season until I get get back outside and breath again. I shake off the melancholy every single cold, wintry day because I know that soon there will be sprinkler runs after dinner and bubbles in the driveway. Soon my hands will be in the dirt and my extra minutes will be spent pulling weeds or planting something beautiful. I feel like I hold my breath winter long.
A winter like this one has been leaves me feeling more tired than usual. Like holding my breath for this extra month will overwhelm me. I won't let it. Spring will come. Better late than never.