Spring time in North East Ohio
It's spring here, not only by the calendar, but by the weather as well. Spring means rainy, a bit cold and often windy.
I hear a lot of people complaining about the weather and wondering when it will really be spring, meaning 70 and sunny, but this is spring and I love it. The grass is so green. The daffodils are blooming and they last much longer in the cooler weather. The forsythia is just now budding and will be blooming by the end of the week. I expect the primroses next. As long as you don't expect it to be warm, it is lovely.
Daddy and I bought a golden raspberry plant the other day. I think he is planting it today. I hope so. I first encountered golden raspberries in France when my cousins and I went berry picking. I had never seen them before and didn't think they were ripe, but they tasted terrific. I'm looking forward to seeing if they live up to my memory.
Then there is the Martha Stewart syndrome that I am suffering from. Remember when I thought it would be a good idea to plant the flowers for Mara's wedding? (Yeah, we used silk.) Well, Aunt Cindy and I are going to have a baby shower for Mercy, so she brought me flower seeds and peat pots and said, start these seeds so we can use these as center pieces/party favors. Boy, talk about deja vu all over again! Well, I planted them and they are up, but I don't hold out much hope. Thank God for Pat Catan's.
Still I love spring, before it gets too hot. The flowers are beginning to bloom, the birds are returning and giving us a free show, and the world feels hopeful, even if it is only the world outside my dining room window.