Saturday Morning

     Finally, a spring day, with sunshine and some warmth to it. This has been the longest winter and the most difficult spring to get going that I can remember in a long time. Sometimes I think it is just that I’m getting older. I noticed this winter I have less tolerance for the cold. No longer do I want to venture out on a cold winter evening for a walk. I prefer to admire the beauty of new fallen snow from the warmth of indoors. I find myself turning up the furnace. I daydream about white sandy beaches and islands surrounded by an azure sea. I also am beginning to understand why so many retirees more south.
     But if spring would just arrive I will be fine. I’ve already bought some native plants from the Missouri Wildflower Nursery, even if they are still in the garage awaiting planting. My plan is to turn my backyard into a combination native plants and vegetable garden. I’m not sure how my Homeowners Association will feel about that. They seem to prefer large expanses of sterile yard grass that takes weekly applications of fertilizer and herbicides and underground watering systems. And then they wonder why the containment ponds get so full of that “horrible scum”.