Monday, January 31, 2005

Pardon Me While I Bring Spring to Me

The itch to garden has started. I think it was the icicles on the white rose bush that woke me up--I don't care what Eliot said--February is the cruelest month. Sometime in early March the crocus will suddenly open, then the scillia in our backyard--with their delicate white and faint blue stripe petals--a small army of scillia all along the front of the back bed. Oh, and then the daffodils, thousands it seems, because some were planted long before we ever arrived; white, yellow, and miniature blooming all along the long side beds and in the front bed. The iris blades will just be shooting up, a promise of deep violet in early May. And that's just early spring! I can't even think about the scarlet tulips yet, it's unbearable to wait. I complain about the winters here every year. I wonder why, why do we live here? It's for spring my friends. I live for spring.

2 comments:

jeannine said...

Suzanne,
If it's any consolation, out here in Seattle, it was sunny and it felt so much like spring, how could it be January? So I went to the Bellevue botanical gardens, searching for other signs, where one of the pink camellia trees (too big to be a shrub!) had started to bloom, along with some Japanese honeysuckle and lots of snowdrops and crocus. And - there was a hummingbird in one of the dead trees! Surely a sign of spring?
But I'm a spring baby (my birthday's in April) so I could have some kind of unnatural attachment to the season...

Suzanne said...

J, I'm an April baby too! *lol* Apparently you and I have a lot in common. ;-)