It’s not actually Spring yet but it feels like it. The mornings are still pretty cold, yesterday morning it was only one degree, that’s Fahrenheit, to you, above freezing and I’m in Southern California. The foothills of the High Sierras, to be sure, but still, longitudes are longitudes and mine is one of the warmer ones. Not complaining, that was just for historical background, as they say.
Anyway, yes, Spring, when the leaves spring forth and the grasses spring from the earth and so forth, I mean, where did you think the name came from, huh? Yesterday I set up the heat pad and grow light and little soil-filled pots and planted them with all the usual suspects, squashes and tomatoes and all like that. Another summer of home-grown vittles with no chemicals or sprays added is in it’s genesis.
The weeds started growing even while snow was on the ground and are getting tall so I dug the weed whacker out of it’s winter hibernation and cut down about half of all that’s needed, the other half can wait a bit as today the sprayer came out, and after some rehabilitation was employed in spraying weed killer at all those places a weed whacker just can’t go. Not without self-destructing, anyway. I do this every spring and usually have to follow it up again in May because no matter what it says on the bottle, none of that herbicide is really all that good.
Spring brings the sunshine with it and also Daylight Savings Time, when everyone has to set their clocks ahead again one hour because they had to set them back an hour last Fall. So yes, all you who are gainfully employed will have the happy happy joy joy of getting up an hour earlier than you did Friday or Saturday, because 6 AM will actually now be 5 AM even if your clock doesn’t say so. Your body and mind do, and trust me, that’s what really counts, especially if you still haven’t recovered from Saturday night.
Happy Springish to you.