It’s a little hard to believe. I am sitting out on the porch, barefoot and wearing shorts. Writing on a laptop is not my all time favorite way to type, but dragging the desktop outside is too much of a hassle.
My neighbor has fired up his lawnmower and is cutting back the winters growth to give the bermudagrass a head start, but I think he may be about a month early. The skies are scuddish and rain laden, and you can almost swim in the humidity, but we takes our victories where we gets ’em.
So I plan my summer planting. Gardens are out now, but I think I can handle container plants on the porch. I am tired of the sweet potato vines, with the exception of a very purple variety that flowers. So, thoughts of ivy, and morning glory’s float by, and maybe some taller posies to screen the top rails. I like peeping at the neighbors from behind a wall of greenery.
Still, some physical maladies threaten even that much activity, but then I think that maybe I shouldn’t plan on what may happen, and probably should make my plans based on what I can accomplish now.
It will be good to spend more time puttering and less time fighting the forces of liberal darkness. It is time to let another generation address that. I can still shoot back, but it is highly unlikely that I can use tactics, cover and concealment as effectively as I used to.
So … the daffies are waving in the humid breeze, the paperwhites will pop any day now, the hydrangeas are spent. Yet to come is bluebonnet season, but this year should be a good-un for them.
Then comes the indiaen paintbrushes and blankets, and the long hot summer. A little caution is in order as the rattlesnakes and copperheads start moving to their spring hunting grounds.
The stock pond across the way is brim full, and the neighbor is fattening up some herefords and shorthorns destined for the feedlots.
Yes! A Texas spring!!