I have noticed many signs while out and about- buds nodding their heads to the sun, daffodils in bloom looking like teacups and saucers lining a shelf, crocuses dotting lawns like Easter eggs. Even the dandelions, the brave ones, have popped out and polka dot the grass. Yes, it certainly does look like Spring. And that is what gets me every time.
Every year I get lulled into a false sense of security, thinking that it is okay to set out a few plants, sew some seeds in pots and placing them in the dining room window and every time I find that I have jumped in just a tad too early. Well, not this year. I am holding out and it is killing me! I want to dig, plant, prune, plot and I can't. Not yet, anyway. I will wait until Easter has passed, when every old-time farmer I know says it is safe to begin. The only think I can plant now is potatoes and they haven't been shipped yet. When will this madness end?