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Spring is Almost Here!

By Edith Morgan

Edith and Guy

The calendar says March โ€“ that means in three weeks it will definitely say โ€œFirst Day of Spring.โ€ I know it is coming, even if I am not yet ready, because the seed catalogs have begun to come, and my friend, Ron Charette, has sent me pictures of all his seedlings looking so healthy. It makes me jealous.

Edith will be adding seedlings to her window sill soon … photos: E.M.

Every year now I encourage more perennials to come up around my house, as I know that, now that I am 90 years old, I will not want to be doing a lot of active gardening, but will rather just enjoy things as they come up on their own. And it is always a wonderful surprise, once the snow is really gone, to see what has survived and what has found its way into my yard.

Edith gets ready for St. Patrick’s Day!

I can always count on the forsythia to. put out its yellow blossoms and, if I drive around the corner, there is a great magnolia that goes into full bloom early, before it has any leaves. My May apples will send out shoots, and every year they fill the area around my rain barrel a little more. The Solomon Seal fills the base of the porch – a good thing because the lack of sun on my north side really does not invite many other plants to thrive there โ€“ except of course the ferns that thrive beside the Solomon Seal.

I did try to grow my own mung bean seedlings, and they sprouted in four days, but they were not as sturdy as the bought ones. Back to the drawing board: I have a lot to learn!

My indoor plants are beginning to perk up; looking forward to spending the summer outside, where they seem to thrive.

March is the beginning. But March also gives us a number of other things: Of course we all learned about โ€œThe Ides of Marchโ€ when Julius Caesar was warned about his coming fate …

Edith’s study …

Then there is St. Patrickโ€™s Day when we all go green. No Worcester parade this year, but I expect next year will be a super celebration, making up for the lost year! And, of course, there is the spring ritual of setting our clocks forward (โ€œFall back, Spring forward.โ€) and โ€œlosingโ€œ an hour of sleep.

My bird feeder is a regular attraction, and it seems to me there are more species out there now than during the winter. It is still too cold to sit quietly on my porch and watch them feed there. The squirrels are fat and active and come daily for their peanut butter and wheat bread.

My rhubarb will have survived, and so will the strawberry plants, which have sent out their feelers all through my flower garden beside the house. My house sits on a 70- X 80-foot lot, and the house takes up most of that area. So I have little space left for growing things. But because the space available is so small, I can get to know every plant personally! And I have tried to encourage different flowers that bloom at different times, so there is always something in bloom for every season.

But still the most fragrant time is when my two Chinese lilac trees are in bloom, all of June, and gradually shed their tiny star-like blossoms around them and the earth looks as though it has snowed

Mother Nature goes into full loveliness, regardless of the problems we humans face: she can always be counted on to make her spectacular comeback each year. I can hardly wait!