Coaxing Spring Out

The days are warmer, the skies are bi-polar, everything is in place to say it is Spring. But no one seems to really believe it. The universe is pulling the biggest con of our generation and it seems we may all be the victims. Where is Spring really at?

In order to encourage it to arrive, we spent Friday digging up the dirt and putting down the roots of what we hope will be strong plants. First we finished weeding and spreading mulch. Then we pulled out old roots from the small boxes around the children's swing set and the little pots in the screened-in deck area. New soil was mixed with the old, but no depleted soil. Impatiens were moved into their new homes, watered, and balanced on the window sills.


The kids were dirty. Xander's hands were coated black and Eva looked like she was wearing war paint. The sink was muddy. We were all smiling. It was after Mother's Day so fear of frost had recently been passed by.



And then Spring played it's game again. Last night, we had a heavy frost. The strawberries are still flowering and the Impatiens don't appear to be dead. But now Spring is telling us it will be in the 80's. Do you think she will come and stay if I bring out the short sleeve shirts and shorts and pack away the sweaters and coats?