I must confess that February is my least favorite month.  Neither winter nor spring but somewhere miserably in between.  Thank goodness it’s so short!  Now March, March is just a big tease.  She swings between sunny spring days and frosty winter mornings but there’s a feeling in the air and buds on the trees that lets you know she won’t break your heart.  March may tease but spring is just around the corner.

Which means….garden!  Yes, it’s the time of year when I start thumbing though cookbooks, rushing to the mailbox to look for gardening magazines, and reading gardening memoirs.  Of course, I’ve forgotten how horrible gardening really is.  The weeds, the slugs, the prickly brambly bushes that want so badly to play in my little space.  Right now those are just a dim memory.  This is a good thing.

My sister in San Diego could garden year round due to her lack of seasons but to me that holds  no allure.  The best part of having a garden are those winter months when everything is bare and bleak and all the planning and dreaming you have time for.  If I had to week year round, I think I’d lose my mind!  But my green thumb has started twitching so I know it’s time to start planning for spring.  Hip hip horray!