I am tired of winter. I know it is March and spring officially begins this month, but this is Oklahoma after all. Weather here has a manic quality, especially in March. Start the day in a light jacket, and by evening, winter will have come crashing back complete with sixty mile-an-hour winds and an impenetrable layer of ice. March just cannot be trusted. Even though we have had a very warm winter and the temperature now is mild, I will not feel that winter is safely behind us until we bid this fickle month good-bye.
I want to believe, however, in spring's imminent arrival. The signs are certainly there; I saw two robins, those perennial harbingers of spring, frolicking in the yard recently. Flowers are beginning to just peek from the branches of fruit trees, and my daffodils have bravely pushed up through the hard ground, their shoots bulging with promise. The days are getting ever so slightly longer, and I yearn to troll the aisles of garden centers. I drive by greenhouses, peering inside hoping to glympse flats of bedding plants. I am certain that I can even smell spring in the air.
Being the practical person that I am though, I will wait a few weeks longer before I invest in potting soil, fertilizer, and bright-colored annuals. I am not going to be fooled into thinking that winter has passed before its time. I will not be taken in by the capriciousness of March.
I want to believe, however, in spring's imminent arrival. The signs are certainly there; I saw two robins, those perennial harbingers of spring, frolicking in the yard recently. Flowers are beginning to just peek from the branches of fruit trees, and my daffodils have bravely pushed up through the hard ground, their shoots bulging with promise. The days are getting ever so slightly longer, and I yearn to troll the aisles of garden centers. I drive by greenhouses, peering inside hoping to glympse flats of bedding plants. I am certain that I can even smell spring in the air.
Being the practical person that I am though, I will wait a few weeks longer before I invest in potting soil, fertilizer, and bright-colored annuals. I am not going to be fooled into thinking that winter has passed before its time. I will not be taken in by the capriciousness of March.
