I have not been able to plant anything yet this year, oh yeah, except for my wedding band. Managed to “plant” that somewhere in the front flower bed while weeding.  The hubby is excited though. This means he gets a new toy tool, a metal detector.

*Sigh* *Grrr*  I am in a foul mood.  Which is what happens when gardeners can’t garden.  Those who know call it going “gardener”. You start getting violent in the garden centers of local big box stores and wave hastily improvised weaponry (like sharpened  rakes and shovels) in the air and threaten to liberate the abused vegetative masses to be found there.  Really, look it up on Twitter.  That’s where all the cool liberators hang out these days.

And, if the lawn gets any higher, I am told that a rainforest conservation group will start petitioning the local government to declare my yard and the wildlife therein a sanctuary. That would not be so bad, but the children have decided that where there is a jungle, there must be heathen natives and they have happily volunteered for the job.

It can stop raining now. Really, really. When I said I wanted it to stop snowing, I did not mean I wanted it replaced by other forms of precipitation. 40 days and 40 nights of rain has been done before, so can we move onto the good part of spring already?

What I really wanted to write about today was a little bit about my Lenten Rose, which had managed to actually bloom during Lent this year. I thought it would be a nice bookend to the Horseradish/Passover post.

I suppose I could still write about my Lenten Rose, but that would require me to dig the darn thing out out just to get a picture. Not much fun.

Besides, I am a little peeved by this whole snow situation. I bet this is going to get labeled in the News as the Great Easter Blizzard of ’07, like it was something to be proud of. There is not a single great thing about it.

Snow in April is never anything to be proud of. Blizzards in April is something you should pretend isn’t happening for the sake of keeping up appearances with the neighbors. Do you think Columbus has snow in April? Well, maybe a little but you certainly don’t see them flaunting it like it is this week’s fashion.

Mother Nature in Cleveland just needs to get her act together. This is just sloppy work and is inexcusable. I am perfectly fine with temps in the 40s this time of year and rain galore, but this is ridiculous. April showers does not mean the snow variety.

They are predicting up to 4 inches again tonight. I suppose if I still wanted to have an Easter egg hunt outside, I could just toss the eggs out in the yard and just let Mother Nature hide them for me.

melissa c, a new reader (and I am thrilled to have her!), commented this:

Come on girl! Where is your faith? Miracles still happen!

It is not that I lack faith. As a matter of fact, my faith is particularly strong when it comes to Cleveland weather. I always have faith that it will change so quickly that it breaks land speed records.

I think that this is the most difficult part of living and gardening in Cleveland. I could take the cold, the early snow and the late frosts. I would never complain (well, maybe just a little) if I only had consistency. When winter is over, no more snow, no more ice. When fall is over in a beautiful nipping frost, no more sunny days with temps in the 80s. It’s just not fair.

It makes me want to stand out in my garden as if I am trying to recreate the breath taking scene in “A Walk in the Clouds” where they are trying to save the vinyards. If only I had Keanu Reeves to help me with that… *sigh*

Anyhoo, it invokes in me a manic guilt that if only I had done… SOMETHING to help them make it through that one or two days of cold, I might have been able to make my garden last just that much longer.

It takes alot of faith to garden in Cleveland. You just have to hope that you made wise choices in what you planted that can take Cleveland’s fickle ways.

Yesterday, it was 75F. Today, it was 70F. Tomorrow, it will be 40F. And by the weekend, it will be snowing. *sigh*This is Cleveland weather. The temperatures map like the electro cardiogram of a recent heart attack victim being hit with a defibrillator.