Gardener’s Journal: It’s not spring until…

Working in a greenhouse prepares you for spring and warmth long before that season arrives. I get the joy of watching the seedlings grow and put on shoots and runners. I have the pleasure on a cold winter’s day of seeing hibiscus and other tropicals bloom as if indeed it is a warm season. And the deep satisfaction of watching seeds push their way through the soil and send out new growth that ensures a future plant…so I am in a spring time frame of mind many weeks before spring arrives.

However, there are to me certain signs of the inevitable season of new life. One is the singing of the frogs in our creek bed…long into the evening they are serenading their way into the night. Or the momma geese flanking their many offspring as they make their way down a busy street…looking for all the world like a daycare out on an adventure. The song or warble of the red wing blackbird is always a signal to me to fill the feeders afresh. The slow pace of the snails that seem to arrive unexpectedly on early transplants. And as my good friend says, “it’s not spring until you can smell the lilacs.”

That importance of scent in spring cannot be over rated. The scent of hyacinths seem to indicate the pleasure of more to come. And even though our eyes feast on blooms and impactive colour…where would we be without those scents we have come to appreciate with spring? For me, the scent of the freshly planted oregano in the herb bed or the springing up of mint gives a pleasant reminder of the best in taste to come. And the smell of those tomato plant seedlings beckons every morning. Whatever your pleasure scents…take time today to stop and smell the spring…

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