The first day of spring should be the equivalent of Christmas morning for gardeners. A month ago, I was optimistic that my first day of spring post would include pink pops of rhubarb, buds ready to burst, anything green, anything at all that would cheerfully announce that spring is here.
What I had to work with instead: ice, snow, and cold.
As I was driving into work this morning, the temperature reading on my dashboard was a big fat goose egg -as in, zero degrees. If I hadn't been driving down the highway, dodging big chunks of hard-as-a-rock ice falling off of trucks, and if it weren't so gosh darn depressing, I might have considered pulling over for photographic evidence, but let's be honest: no one wants to see that - especially not on the first, second, and (likely) third day of spring.
Yes, the first
The tug of war between Spring and Winter keeps life interesting for us gardeners. Spring always wins, so why does Old Man Winter even play the game?
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