Winter a favorite season, but here's hoping spring takes hold

Leslie Criss’ column appears every Sunday in the Daily Journal. Share your opinion below in the comments.

“Spring is nature’s way of saying, ‘Let’s party!’”
– Robin Williams

“Spring prepares her green traffic light and the world thinks Go.”
– Christopher Morley

Spring is here and I am suffering from a powerful case of spring fever.
Poet Alfred Lord Tennyson claimed “in the Spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.”
Maybe so.
But what about a young woman? Or a semi-young woman? OK – a middle-aged woman?
I can speak only for myself.
In the spring, this gal’s fancy turns to thoughts of dirt.
One day after the official beginning of spring, I visited several local nurseries (plant, not kid) and filled my basket with all manner of color.
And I was not alone.
Many others were also taking full advantage of the new spring sunshine, shopping for things to plant in the good earth.
Digging it!
I bought and planted red geraniums, ferns, Mexican heather, verbena, rosemary and mint.
My friend Cheryl planted two tomato plants in pots, some Stargazer lily bulbs, some radish seeds and some lettuce plants.
We’d given up on a full-fledged vegetable garden because there’s really no space in the yard that gets full sun. And my dad says vegetable gardens need full sun.
But I Googled and found a handful of veggies that several Web sites claim can grow in partial sun. So we’re giving the lettuce and radishes a whirl in a place that gets at least eight hours of sun a day.
We’ll see who’s right: Google or Dad.
Speaking of Dad, when I excitedly told him of all the planting that had taken place at my residence, I heard his cryptic response.
“I hope we don’t have another frost,” he said.
I sighed, not very happy with his words. (I’ve mentioned in this space before that my father is an armchair weatherman who often gets it right when the professionals miss the mark.)
I love winter. And each year I wish for snow as hard as any snow-loving soul.
The snow several weeks ago warmed my heart and brought joy immeasurable.
And now I’m over it. It’s time to move forward.
Spring is officially here and there’s really no need for more coldness, more frost.
Trees are budding, azaleas are blooming, the lovely yellow dust of pollen abounds.
And the flowers, herbs, vegetables – paid for and planted – look lovely on my deck, in my yard.
So, please, let spring stay.
Contact Leslie Criss at (662) 678-1584 or leslie.criss@djournal.com.

 

Leslie Criss/Daily Journal