Spring has sprung and I'm stuck in the house. My yard needs mowing. My weeds need weeding. Many plants need planting. There are boxes full of Canna bulbs sitting in my basement waiting to be placed in warm spots through out my yard. There are Hostas poking through the dirt needing to be divided. There are all sorts of beautiful flowers waiting in the local nurseries chanting quietly "Diana we're waiting.". My Clematis is in desperate need of a new trellis. Did I mention the weeds,weeds and more weeds?
It appears that there is no control over the weather. Isn't that silly? The pleasantly warmer days we have had, have been to wet to play in. Oh how I long for a dry and comfortable day to put my hands to the soil. To feel the warm sun on my back. To once again be in that very special place that transports me from reality.