Can We Talk 2

Early March

         It's very cold here. We had threats of snow last night, but got none. The tree limbs are still piled by my driveway, because there is no reliable tree service in this town. Lots of men do this kind of work, but none keep their word, and many aren't trustworthy. I hate needing work done, but I can't do it myself. And I love having trees. But I digress.

         The chives are back up, green and tall. The sage never left, but isn't really fragrant yet. My surprise is that the tarragon is coming back up on its own. I will have to replant the basil. I have purchased parsley seed, and plan to plant some as soon as the weather is a bit more promising. I know it doesn't last, and will have to harvest as soon as it is ready. I can make tabbouleh salad and use a lot of it. We have a small garden patch, but my dad is no longer able to garden. If I can get someone to handle the tiller, I suppose I will have to plant zucchini and watermelon this year. I'm not too sure I can keep tomatoes alive. And I'm not into a lot of things that Dad grew. But I do want some zinnias and lavender, and maybe marigolds. I have the time now that I'm retired. I'm stocked up on mosquito repellent, which I have to have any time my fair skin is outdoors in warm weather.

         I've seen jonquils in other people's yards, but haven't found them or the crocus in my yard. I think the strawberries, except for one pot, are dead. I've been watching the trees for buds, but haven't seen any yet. I don't want to rush in pollen season. We didn't have much winter weather. However, I get excited seeing things grow. So I'm anxious to get some new life sprouting up. If I can get someone with a chipper to come here, like the last guy promised, I will have mulch to go around the hedge. I'm going to go into full-time weed pulling soon, I guess.