Doing The Happy Dance
This morning James raked our lawn for the return of spring. There is always an eagerness to alert Ole Man Winter that once we get to a certain point on the calendar, though he is loved in previous months, if is time he retire until the following November. So the lawn is now cleaned up, and with the large pile of mulch we spread over all the flower beds and around bushes last October there is now the waiting and watching for the start of green.
And would you believe that we have sprouts up!
All sorts of bulbs have sent up their shoots–tulips, crocuses, snow flowers, etc. But there are no signs of jonquils, however.
So what does this mean?
Well, I am now doing my happy dance while trying not to spill the mug of coffee.
Meanwhile my list of needs from the garden center is growing. Do the merchants know I am ready?
There are the needed bags of rocks for places under the bird feeder and the picnic table, flower pots and potting soil, a half-barrel for a walk-way, another rake, grass seed for a low-light area as the dogwood branches get thicker and blocks more of the sun, more pavers for flower bed at the intersection, and stepping stones for the path off the ‘coffin porch’.
When spring fever hits it is hard not to burst with joy. I get this way every year and can only liken it to how it felt as a kid when Christmas neared. This year I do not have the excuse about a long hard cold winter needing to be remedied. So I just fall back on the truism that living in Wisconsin means never needing a reason to rejoice come the warm days return.