16 April 2007

Dirt, or, when will it ever be spring?

As Margaret Atwood once said, “In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.” I am waiting for that day. Instead, we are watching it rain and rain and rain.

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Anonymous said...

Z. is more garden-hardy than I am, so she's had many days like thistoday--when it was SNOWING!, SNOWING!, I tell you--she announced that she wanted to do digging even though her digging box (=empty raised bed) was under an inch of slush.

But I've only ventured out a small handful of times.

2:37 PM
Anonymous said...

I liked M. Atwood. Here in Boston we are watching the rain from now through Thursday, they're saying. Ugh.

4:31 PM
S said...

Yes. I keep thinking that during winter, we had spring, and now in spring, we're having winter.

Weird, weird weather -- caused by global warming?

6:56 PM
Bill Braine said...

I blame el niño.

12:09 AM
Aurelia said...

It will never be spring...never...

NEED SUNSHINE

8:29 PM
niobe said...

I seem to recall a proverb about April showers....

6:27 PM

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