Gardening Hack #232: The Endless Wait for Spring

Gardening Hack #232: Waiting. Just Waiting.

"People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. Well, I'll tell you what I do -- I stare out the window and wait for spring."
​ -- Rogers Hornsby, Professional Baseball Player and Notorious Jerk

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 This is what we're waiting for ...                                       This is what we got so far  ...

​One of the things you'll discover when you get this garden addiction going under full steam is that you've got to be patient. It's like cooking a perfect roux. You add the ingredients and stir, and wait, and wait, and kind of drift off, and then, suddenly, the damned thing is done and you're suddenly thrown into a maddening myriad of action trying to get everything on the table at once.

​Seeing how this is Colorado, and mid March, we're continually being teased by 70-degree temperatures (and 30-degree nights), beautiful blue skies and the promise of spring. Whether that promise is to be truly fulfilled before Mother's Day is anyone's guess.

​I'm chomping at the bit to get seeds germinated, but I know that by doing it now, I'd have a forest of tomato and lettuce and spinach and cucumber seedlings taking over the kitchen. It has never been a popular stance in the past, so, I'm biding my time and chewing my nails until I can get started with something -- anything.

​And, now, re-sorting the seeds and re-plotting the garden no longer count. 47 is my limit on re-sorts. Although, I've yet to do a 3-D Animation of the 2016 Garden Plot on the Computer yet. That could take up an afternoon. (As well as an extra $743.85 for new programing software.)

​Mr. Bitterman, incidentally, tiring of my anxiousness, decided to take the next week off to visit his mother. I took him down to the Amtrak station in Denver and put him on the train for Cucamonga. She actually lives in a small apartment in Anaheim, but he travels beyond the happiest place on earth just to hear the conductor announce the cities: "Anaheim, Azuza and Cuc -------------------aMONGA!"

​Out of such small pleasures a life is made.
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​As for me, I suppose I will wander around the backyard, carrying one of my mother's old wigs on a pitchfork, and wait patiently for the last frost to do its dirty work.

​Oh, to hell with it! Who needs a kitchen table! Let's plant some seeds!