I Want to Play in the Dirt

I'm looking out my window at work. Heavy clouds are rolling in off the lake and driving sleet is making walking ever so pleasant. In theory it's 34 degrees, but that's a nasty lie.

It's Easter weekend. Nearly April. Please may we have some decent weather? Not sleeting and maybe a little over 40, that's all I ask. Okay, 50 would be good. Then I'd be able to go play in the dirt.

My tree peonies have fat buds. The daffodils are peeking up a few inches already. TFL's birthday has come and gone so it's time to prune the roses. I want to get out there and tidy away winter's debris, turn over the dirt, lay down some new mulch. I want to get my hands dirty and get a runny nose and be bone tired at the end of a long day of gardening.

Please, weather, work with me.

Comments

[lam]

I'm convinced that when we return from South Carolina in eight days (all of which are forecast to be sunny & mid 70's) I will finally be able to play in the dirt at my house. I wish you a sleetless Easter! Remember there is ALWAYS festive drinks (mostly vodka in EVERY flavor known to man) at my house. I'll think of you fondly, drinking my vodka in my hot tub while I drink my vodka with my toes in the sand!

[PatAncester]

You guys suffer so much just getting through life. I'm off for a walk down the 500 escalones. Going down is no problem; it's the coming back up -even surrouned by water falls and rushing whitewater all about. We all have our favorite patterns for suffering and complaint.

[PatAncester]

I wonder what the traditions and rules are regarding the "liberation" of a few of the bananas off the stock hanging from the tree just over the fence. Probably best to wait until they are ripe and 'til the clock strikes Midnight. For me it is probably a case for theological reflection -call it "liberation" theology. No, not libation theology, but on second thought: that too might be worth exploration.