I’m pretty sure I’m living in a fantasy world right now. In my world, it is 75 – 80 degrees in March, and I walk outside to find (under a bit of leaves and old dead garden plants from last summer) that several of our garden lovelies have miraculously returned from the dead.
Raspberries grow where none grew before (no joke). The entire summer, all we had were brown dead sticks which I didn’t bother digging up. Glad I left them!
Mint sprouts new tendrils from the pot we left them in last fall… more out of laziness than purpose.
Curly parsley pops up, again from the same pot… which is now stuck forever in this place, as the strong roots made their way out the bottom of the pot and way down deep into the earth below.
This dream-bubble might burst over the next two months, but every time I glance at the 10-day forecast, the weather predicts storms and rain and sunshine and wind, but no temperature even close to cool enough to harm these lovely things. And yet, though we ordered some of our plants already, they are not set to arrive until late April.
A toad named “Frog.”
The other part of the fantasy world involves my children actually being extremely for-real helpful this year! Like, raking actual leaves out of the garden with mini rakes and then stuffing them into compostable bags; tilling real soil; spreading real compost; digging up real weeds and even shaking the dirt off the roots. Watering freshly-planted flowers without stomping all over them. You know, real-life gardening. And the coolest thing is, it seems to be part of their fantasy world too. So it looks like all we have left to do is wait, then let the planting frenzy begin!