Ahhhh, it’s spring and love is in the air. Breathe in deeply–and then sneeze, because love isn’t the only thing in the air, is it?
But that’s okay, because the weather’s starting to get a little nicer and the temperature a little warmer, and while a young man’s thoughts may turn to love, mine tend to turn to spring planting. I’m not the world’s most dedicated gardener; I ignore the yard for months at a time and then grit my teeth and dive into several days’ worth of weeding and whatnot. Even so, when I see all the gorgeous blossoms in the plant nurseries, I tend to experience something kind of like blackouts during which I apparently buy out half the store and then return home with only a fuzzy recollection of how it all happened. My husband should know better than to let me out of the house unattended.
So are you welcoming spring in with any planting plans of your own? I read somewhere once–I want to say in Chicken Soup for the Gardener’s Soul maybe?–about a man who planned a very romantic surprise for his wife by planting flower seeds in a special pattern so that when the flowers finally grew and bloomed, they spelled out something sweet and sappy like “I love you.” Top that, Hallmark!
I think it would be great to try something like that. Unfortunately, I don’t actually have much of a green thumb. Half the things I plant either don’t sprout at all or try to sprout but then sort of wither away with a sad little gasp before they’re more than two inches high. So if I tried to plant anything to spell a romantic message for my hubby, likely as not it would wind up having patches missing and look more like someone had blindfolded me at planting time, spun me around like in some sadistic gardener’s version of Pin the Tail on the Donkey, and sent me staggering sideways to scatter seeds. Months later, my sweetie would scratch his head and wonder why I was proudly showing him what would appear to be a message in Sanskrit.
Still, it might be worth a try. If things don’t bloom as expected, I guess I can always “edit” my garden.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I’m going to sneeze…