Spring in Texas has its ups and downs. This year has proven to be no exception. With 90 degree weather this past Friday to 32 degrees two nights later, there is really no way to know what to expect. I don’t envy the weatherman’s job right about now, I’m sure he’s receiving hate mail.
The animals are all feisty with the cold weather and the poor plants don’t know what to do. Every time the sun comes out, they jump at the chance to bloom, only to retreat the following day. I, myself, am getting a little cabin fever. While I love a roaring fire in our living room, I’m itching to plant seeds, prep space for the chickens, and work in my wood shop.
In the Northeast, there were always sure-fire signs that Spring was really on the way. While Groundhog Day was always a charming notion, however unreliable, my Father always said when the crocus and iris are in bloom, Spring is just around the corner.
You can imagine my excitement and, admittedly, an overwhelming sense of relief to see the white iris blossoming outside our little farmhouse this past weekend. Not only a white flag from Winter, but the solid green light and invitation from Spring to finally start prepping the beds for planting.
Happy Spring, ya’ll! She’s just about here!