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Saturday, February 18, 2012

Spring Fever

Every year at this time I get awfully bored with winter and am ready to get out and play in the yard.  A family friend has been posting the most beautiful flowers on Pinterest, and of course I love vegetables out of the garden.  Watching P. Allen Smith has even given me the harebrained idea of having a few chickens, not that I'd know what to do with them.
But I do love playing in the dirt.  I can't wait until the stores put out their trays of flowers and veggies--seeds and I don't do too well together.  Rambo and I will argue about the how and where, and he will get his way.  It's only fair: he certainly does the bulk of the work.
Anyway, I can't wait to get outside.  I want to have potted plants on the porch again this year.  I didn't mess with it last year, knowing I'd have no energy with a newborn and a two-year old.  Guess I had women's intuition about the record heat and drought, ha, ha.  But I am ready for it this year.  I have learned-the hard way, I might add- to wait until April 15th.  One of my Harper great aunts told dad not to plant tomatoes until April 10th, the 9th on a leap year.  But for us I have found the 15th is a sure date to avoid a late frost.  It's nice to look forward to tax day, rather than dread it.

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