March wakens my soul from a long winters nap. The slightly longer days. The more abundant sunshine. The tips of green peaking through the earth.
March brings a soon end to the bleak grayness of January and February. March teases. And promises more.
March shifts something in me much the same as it does in my yard. Instead of hunkering down and opting to stay in, I push up my sleeves and start picking up branches that have fallen from heavy snow. And picking pesky weeds that survive the harshest cold. Fixing arbors. Mending fences. Pruning peach trees.
Replacing greenhouse plastic.
Ordering seeds of brandywine, mortgage lifter and fourth of july. And knowing that soon the greenhouses will be full of those and more.
Thank goodness for March.