A fortnight. That is how far ahead we are this year, spring-wise. The camellias are breaking bud, and there are daffodils blooming. The chives are well up, and the peas went into the ground a few days ago. Last year I noted these joyful happenings on March 15.
I am behind, however far ahead Mother Nature may be. I have ordered no seeds, planted no trees, filled no little pots with compost. It isn’t that I am not looking forward to my garden, but that without a winter to endure this year I am left without the wild urge to celebrate spring.