The rule of thumb in New England is to wait until Memorial Day weekend to plant anything in the ground. The last frost usually happens around this time. Right now, May 31st feels like a world away.
Like most of my plant loving friends in Maine, getting through February and March can seem like an eternity. To stay upbeat, I start daydreaming about spring. I think about the sound of the snow melting from my roof and the sound of birds chirping in the morning. I think about that muddy spring smell and about all of the plants and flowers I want to grow.
This will be my 2nd spring in my house. Last year, I spent most of my days inside, painting, cleaning… and ….painting. At times, when I felt restless, I would go outside with a pick axe and start digging up the bittersweet vines that had been left to take over the west side of my yard after years of neglect. Somehow, this made me feel more productive.