Well, it’s been a while but I can finally see the grass again, and I tell you I’m so happy.
A warm spell is clearly in the area, and so I’ll embrace the sun and jump into the garden to assess the damage Old Man Winter brought. It’s only when I can see the grass that I’m reborn with spring fever, and the desire to walk the gardens with delightful memories of last year … and to anticipate what’s to come.
Each year I embrace the beauty of the new season and find myself emerging back into the garden when the weather becomes warmer –a lot like my tulips and crocus that begin their journey to the surface to reach towards the sun.
Yesterday I pruned my wisteria back to three to four buds to guarantee it to be laden with cascading flowers. I prune it throughout the growing season to maintain its shape, but only prune once in February to promote flowers. It’s a trick my grandmother mastered over the years when her wisteria refused to bloom.
Groundhog Day was recently celebrated on February 2, and according to folklore, if it is cloudy when he emerges he will leave the burrow, signifying that winter will soon end. However, if it is sunny, and he sees his shadow, he will retreat back into his burrow, thus winter is predicted to continue for yet another six more weeks. I’m happy to tell you that he did not see his shadow this year, and being the positive person that I am I going with it! An early spring!
So dust off those gardening tools and join the fight, we take back our garden and embrace sheer delight.