Everyone keeps talking about the “new normal”. I’m not certain what that even is or looks like but I am certain that I needed a dose of the familiar. This time of year is beautiful in the south. My normal on Saturday is a trip to the nursery for ferns, flowers, and herbs. It is a trip I plan and savor. Once there, I love taking my time. Imagining new combinations, thinking about a cocktail or dinner on the patio and the joy of summer.
I ventured out not certain what I’d find since we are still “closed for business”. I was pleasantly surprised to find my nursery open for business. For a brief hour, I immersed myself in the familiar and joyous task of planning my patio for the summer. How wonderful to think of fun things.
When I left the nursery, my car was filled with herbs for cooking, flowers for the containers and ferns for the front porch. I’ll take that hour of familiarity in a time that is otherwise so uncertain.
This is Garden Week in Virginia. For two weeks the state shines with gardens as the focus. It is the right of passage that indicates spring is here. Rain usually graces a day or two of Garden Week but warmer weather and sunshine are also part of the usual package. Winter is not. Snow, freezing temperatures and generally cloudy days are not helping with the suggestion that it is spring. I see glimpses. The daffodils and crocuses are trying to show their colorful presences. It feels like winter is simply unwilling to relinquish its grip – it is having a temper tantum saying NO, NO, NO, I will not go. In light of this I have several reactions:
- beach pictures on Pinterest
- stalk the hot houses of the garden shops
- make a dinner of picnic food and spread a blanket out on the den floor for your “table”
- create a play list of summer songs
I’m grouchy. Last week we “sprang forward” with daylight savings time and all I can think about is when we “fall back” and gain an hour. I know daylight savings time has something to do with saving energy and an extra hour of daylight and supposedly began during WWI but why now? I’m all for saving energy but there is something about waking up before the sun to get to work that makes me grouchy. I think my Aunt has it correct, if I was meant to see sunrise, it would be scheduled later in the day. All week I’ve been sluggish. I’ve felt off my game. I don’t want to go to sleep at night and I definitely don’t want to get up in the morning.
On the lighter, non grouchy, side of things, daylight saving time usually means that spring is near. You would not know that from the weather here in Virginia. On Monday, we were blessed with inches of snow. The rest of the week presented much like winter and it is not unusual to get a major snow event in March in the south. Still, there is the hope of spring. Poking their heads up through inches of snow on Monday were green leaves of crocuses. Maybe, just maybe, spring is around the corner.
I think I’m going to take a nap!