If I didn't know better, I would think that it was summer. The weather has been gorgeous, the flowers are blooming (along with my allergies, but, I refuse to dwell on the negative), and, my husband has spent the past two days longingly thumbing through a marine catalog in search of new boating toys; if that isn't a sign of summer, then I don't know what is.
Of course, this is all a ruse by Mother Nature, intended to lull us all into a false sense of security so that we are tempted to plant delicate garden vegetables and fragile flowers. Then, She can turn on a dime, freeze the shit out of that stuff and leave us shaking our fists at the sky.
Yeah, not gonna happen, Mother Nature.
Instead, I'm going to thumb longingly through an heirloom seed catalog and mark the days until May 15th, when I will actually put something in the ground.
Fool me, once, and all that shit.