I don't know when I've been so giddy about spring arriving. I get up in the morning and can hardly wait until the sun comes up so I can go stroll around the yard and garden, checking for buds and blooms and emerging seedlings. Sadie goes out with me and I toss her Frisbee until she's worn out. She's been staying at my side very well lately, coming when I call. I do keep a close watch for neighbor dogs, because I know she'd still run off if she saw another dog.
I just wish I could talk to the plants and buds and tell them to HURRY! At least tulips have emerged from their bed, so I watch them for blooms. The tiny lilac bush has rapidly swelling buds, and I see signs of life in the burning bush and the Chanticleer Pear tree.
What I'm watching very closely is the tiny trees I got from The Arbor Day Foundation. I've never had much luck with teeny-tiny seedling trees, and I'm quite anxious to see some signs of life from them, as well as the Chinquapin Oak I transplanted from the woods near the cabin.
I have one bit of bad news on the vegetation front: Several of my Norway Spruce trees seem to be dying. They did so well for nine months; I watered them during the dry spells and became quite attached to them. I was not expecting them to give me any problem.
Oh well, I'll take the bad with the good. I'm going back outside.