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Definitely spring where? Is your thermometer broken?
Definitely spring here. See, as I keep saying, you have to be tough to garden here. When I moved here from California in 1961, at exactly this time of year, there was snow on the ground then. It was an omen, but when you’re nine, you don’t do omens much. Then when I went to school they introduced me to this activity where you ran really hard on a mat and threw your head against a rolled up mat and flipped into the air. No hanging out at the beach and stuff. This was an omen, too, but I concentrated on not breaking my neck instead.
Thirty years later the garden here was wiped out by a hailstorm; everyone said quit whining and buck up.
So now, in the spirit of if-you-can’t-beat-them-join-them, I tell my plants to run as hard as they can and throw themselves on a rolled up mat and not die (metaphorically of course), and just buck up.
Yep. Springtime in the Rockies (supply the tune)….
A funeral march, maybe. Instead of the typical tune written by someone who had no idea.