Seeds ordered…. Check
Tomato plants ordered…. Check
New trees (Royal Empress Tree and Fragrant Tea Olive) ready to be planted…. Check
Container garden ready to be moved outside…. Check
Warm weather…. Damn
You know, I am doing my part here. I have everything ready to go. I think the least that Mother Nature could do is accommodate me a little.
Ok, so I am way, way early, but March is what I like to think of as the equivalent of the last month of pregnancy.
It has been my opinion that pregnancy lasts 1 month too long. That’s why we say it is 9 months when in fact it is closer to 10. We don’t want it to be 10 months, it is just one month too long. By week 36, you are ready for that baby to come out. You are the size of a blue whale, your back hurts, the baby thinks your bladder is a bouncy ball and your belly button is a speed bag. The prospect of pushing an eight pound (if you are lucky) “bundle-of-joyâ€ out a hole that is a tenth its size suddenly seems like a fantastic deal.
This is March in Cleveland. The last month of pregnancy. Winter was cute way back in December, all pretty and exciting. But time goes on and it gets less fun and less fun (do you know what constant swollen ankles and hemorrhoids is like?) Then you get to March, and you are done. You are so, so, so, so, so, so done.
I am ready to start gardening. I’ve got the planting directions in hand and I am ready to meet my garden for this year. I’m ready for the labor. I have everything I need to be a caring, loving gardener. I promise I will love my garden with all my heart. JUST GET SPRING THE HELL HERE ALREADY!