This
is a harsh winter. I use winter, because while it is officially
spring, the 15 foot snow mound, almost, reaches the top of the apple
tree in the backyard, and the winter blows strong and cool. It feels
more like Early February than Late March.
Surprisingly,
I am not down in the dumps or suffering cabin fever. As I walked
along Roseberry Street this morning, I realized I was enjoying the
day. The air was fresh and clean; a bit damp, heralding the snow that
fell a few hours later.
The
sun, when out is strong, the air gradually warming. I do miss the
gladiolus and crocuses often seen by now. They will be late this
year, but their vibrant colours will warm our hearts when they begin
to peek out from under the snow.
Regardless
of the weather, it will not be time to start seed indoors, for at
least three weeks. I suggest April 26 for those who must have a date.
Most vegetable seeds and seedlings will not see the earth until
nearly six weeks later, about June 9. So why be glum. Life is too
short and the wheel will turn no matter how I feel.
New
gardens will pop up when the time is right. New gardeners are asking
for help or a piece of land to plant, and we have been able to
accommodate. The snow may cover the ground, the cold wind may grab
our breath, but the gardens are already growing in the mind, heart
and dreams of every gardener I talk with.
It is always gardening season. 
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