Tom Petty got it right, the waiting is the hardest part. This is an old fashioned, knock down, drag out fight. Winter vs. Spring in the ring and Winter is holding out. Baby break down, go ahead and give it to me. Not even one 50-60 degree day to entice us. Not one cracked window, not one warm porch session – the furniture still wrapped in tarp. The sun feels good, almost warm but the snow shovel and heavy coat are still within reach. Even the snow blower is out of gas, as Winter and Spring fight on. The crocus are back in hiding, beneath more snow, but eaves are dripping, melting. Spring is enduring. Icicles slipping, falling.
The first day of Spring I cut Forsythia branches. I scattered Poppy and Larkspur seeds into the snow, something I’ve never tried before. The repeated thawing of the snow is supposed to work the seeds into the ground. Poppies and Larkspur are said to germinate better with a frosty touch. I need to plant my peas, too, but I think the ground is still frozen. I might test it this afternoon since it is a “fruit day.” My potato starts arrived yesterday – oops. I requested them a bit early for this year.
The Red Polls and Juncos remain at my feeders. It’s somewhat bizarre to see them among the newly arrived Red-winged Blackbirds, Grackles and yellowing Goldfinches. I don’t think I’ve ever observed a mixed flock such as this. I still haven’t heard the Robin’s call, seen them sparring in the (snow-patched) lawn. Although Friday afternoon, the Sea Gulls circled above, glowing white in the bluest summer-like sky – I’ll take it.
In the five years we have lived here, this is the longest we’ve waited for Spring. My new garden clogs will stay shiny and clean for just a bit longer.
It looks like Spring and Winter are going into the final round.
Every day you get one more yard
You take it on faith, you take it to the heart
The waiting is the hardest part