Spring has snuck back into Cleveland. And I think I know why. It has to be because my order from Baker’s Creek Seeds came today. Seeds, glorious seeds — tomatoes, melon and squash! While we’re in the mood — morning glories and quinoa.*Â Nearly sixty degrees, seeds in hand… What could be better?
Oh, don’t get me wrong. I am not thinking I can even consider growing ANYTHING yet. This is Cleveland, after all. I mean, you know how the rest of the country pictures Mother Nature as this sweet, beautiful (maybe even matronly) woman covered in flowers and foliage?Â Here in Cleveland, we tend to think of her as clad in black leather and stilettos carrying the optional riding crop. Sure, there’s flowers but they tend to be tattoos and intertwined with Satan and, strangely enough , fluffy kittens. Â When it comes to Mother Nature, we Clevelanders have been well trained to say “Yes Mistress, can we have another?â€Â But man, she makes it hurt so good sometimes.
But She is a good mood for the next few days so I will be thankful and not look too hard for the next round of winter punishment.
I took a long walk today to take in some vitamin D and fresh air. The snow has half melted in some places but mostly it has compacted into a crunchy ice. The warm weather over the next few days should clear that away as well. This leaves behind a gruesome mess of salty mud and crushed lawns filled with the debris of passing dogs and children (and it is really hard to tell the difference between a sodden mitten and a turd, let me tell you).
Regardless of the fact that this thaw is short lived, it is a signal to the gardener inside me. Spring is coming. Spring is sending her forces to save me from the tyranny of winter. This is her advanced scout sent ahead to suss the situation and bring us POWs (prisoners of winter) some hope and sustenance. Never fear, Cleveland!Â Spring is coming, and she will fight with all her might to free us all (in the next 3-4 months)!
*Yes, I said quinoa. Apparently it might grow here. I am a sucker for odd things.