Spring is in the air, whooeee!

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I love springtime. For those of you who don’t know, I live in South Georgia, well known for long, drawn out summers that rival the ninth circle of Hell, except Hell’s a little cooler and has lower humidity. Our winters here also aren’t so much cool as dreary, and this year’s has been one non-stop rainshower. Neither our summers nor our winters are particularly conducive to pleasant outdoor activities. No matter how much anyone loves the great outdoors, it’s hard to have fun outside when the air feels so thick and hot that it’s a struggle to breathe.
But spring is lovely. It’s still cool enough outside to enjoy going out and going for walks, smelling the roses, enjoying the flowering dogwood trees. It’s always about this time of year that I get the urge to get outside into that sunshine that hasn’t yet turned into something to escape from. Generally, along with that desire for sunshine comes a desire for growing things.
I’m a farmer’s granddaughter on both sides. Though my mother never had much desire for digging in the dirt (that was usually something she sent me to do, when necessary), I enjoy it a great deal, especially this time of year. I usually plant some lettuces and leafy greens to keep myself and my bearded dragon in salads for the summer, and I have several patches of planted herbs that come back every summer regardless of if I replant or not. (Herbs, with their weedy heritage, are excellent for that…)
I fully intend on getting as much outside time as I can manage before the heat of summer sets in. Perhaps this weekend I can get my little garden prepared for new plants.
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