As soon as my Christmas tree is down I declare it spring. And from then on, I cheer spring on.
The tree came down around Candlemas. Me being a schlep, my wreath is still up. But other people's wreaths are up too. I am not alone.
Still it feels great to feel spring in the air, or imagine I do. That picture up above that I took the other day does not exactly scream spring. And yet... and yet ...
The daffodils have been inching up for a few weeks. Today I spotted the sorrel plant! And I bit into one of the leaves. That sour-lemon taste! That is spring!
And now for the big surprise. Remember those pathetic containers I put into the bishop's weed? They are covered in dead leaves.
Idly I brushed the leaves off this one tub. And lo and behold ...
It was brimming with oregano!
It is not as if I can get everything right. A stick stuck in the pot read "Apple Mint." Perhaps I might see some apple mint later. But for now, oregano! A lot of it! I think the leaves were making the planter into some kind of a greenhouse.
Because I did not have this oregano last summer. But I sure have it now!
Now I can see hope inching up with me like those daffodil shoots. Every year I have garden ambitions. Every year, because I have too many irons in the fire, the grand plans end in chaos.
It makes for good entertainment!