It stopped snowing in June. Our spring was bypassed, and summer hit on the 1st of July. Heat, then cooling, and now heat again. It is fun to wake up in the morning and get dressed without shivering – better yet, you enter the shower gently, enjoying the mild warming water that caresses your skin. You smile as you suds luxuriously in the warm air, not hurrying along as in winter.
After 6 months of (impatiently) waiting, I am NOT using the A/C! Next week, September begins, and the temps are getting cooler. People are talking about Fall. I say, “Shut up! Shut up!” Two months of summer is not enough. I have not thoroughly thawed from last winter yet.
I fear we will return from the tropical paradise Cabo San Lucas on Sept. 28th and have to shovel snow to get into our driveway. I will be the short one, barely standing above the snow, crying.
Whoops, I did it again! I let my spare bedrooms turn into work areas, using the beds as my workbench. Now I must organize and get things into a permanent place.
HA! You say. It’s true that I only have a week to get it done. But getting it done the best I can is the goal. The last time I hid things, shoved them into a closet. At least, I could do less shoving this time.
The weather is making me crazy. A couple of sunny and warmish days, motivate me to get deep cleaning done. Then the gloomy, cold weather returns with freezing breezes. I have dying seedlings all around my office because they need sun! I don’t dare plant them in their outside pots because temps are still in the 20s and 30s overnight. The forecast for next week is even more dismal. I would probably be more upset if I didn’t know that we already had spring in February.
When our second winter ends, it is summer. No transitionary period that one could call spring. One day it’s winter. The next day and I mean tomorrow, you are wishing you had gotten summer clothes out of storage and washed them yesterday. You have musty and wrinkly clothes on today, but hey, it’s summer! For the first time in months, you wake up warm. Your nose is not an ice cube and you can stand to touch your body with warm fingers. This makes getting dressed so much easier. You don’t scream if your spouse touches you. A happy day all around.
Now that it is May, my ecological clock is ticking. I want to be outside weeding my garden, which I must plant in large pots to keep on our deck. This keeps them semi-safe from the woodland critters. I say semi-safe because if a bear wants your herbs or veggies no little fence is going to stop him. Deer are more subtle about getting to your plants and flowers. However, they are pigs. One day you have flowers. The next day you have short sticks. Forget about roses. Roses are like chocolate to deer. You are begging for trouble when you plant them.
Because summer won’t be here for another week, I decide to plant the seedlings I have left into a box of dirt and potting soil mixed together. This gets them out of the biodegradable starter pots and room to grow. Next, the flower seeds will be started in new little pots so they can germinate and get a head start. It will be in the mid-60s tomorrow, so I can treat them to some sunshine for a couple hours. Supervised by Ziva and myself.
Knowing how things change, you may not see pix of the temporary garden in the next post. You may see my shiny clean doors instead, or the quilt I plan to baste today. At this point, you know as much as I do.
TTFN
A bit of trivia: The reason you see roses planted at the edges of a vineyard is that grapevines are the second favorite food of the deer.
